The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Band 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... dear hap to tell . Fri. SCENE changes to a Monaftery . Enter Friar Lawrence , with a basket . THE [ Exit . ' HE grey - ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night , Check'ring the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light : And darkness flecker'd ...
... dear hap to tell . Fri. SCENE changes to a Monaftery . Enter Friar Lawrence , with a basket . THE [ Exit . ' HE grey - ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night , Check'ring the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light : And darkness flecker'd ...
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... dear love is fet On the fair daughter of rich Capulet ; As mine on hers , fo hers is set on mine ; And all combin'd ; fave what thou must combine By holy marriage : When , and where , and how We met , we woo'd , and made exchange of vow ...
... dear love is fet On the fair daughter of rich Capulet ; As mine on hers , fo hers is set on mine ; And all combin'd ; fave what thou must combine By holy marriage : When , and where , and how We met , we woo'd , and made exchange of vow ...
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... dear nurse ? Nurfe . Is your man fecret ? did you ne'er hear say , Two may keep counfel , putting one away ? Rem . I warrant thee , my man's as true as fteel . Nurfe . Well , Sir , my miftrefs is the sweetest lady ; Lord , Lord ! when ...
... dear nurse ? Nurfe . Is your man fecret ? did you ne'er hear say , Two may keep counfel , putting one away ? Rem . I warrant thee , my man's as true as fteel . Nurfe . Well , Sir , my miftrefs is the sweetest lady ; Lord , Lord ! when ...
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... dear , - Are you fo hot ? marry come up , I trow , Is this the poultice for my aking bones ? Hence - forward do your meffages yourself . ; Jul . Here's fuch a coil ; come , what fays Romeo ? Nurfe . Have you got leave to go to shrift to ...
... dear , - Are you fo hot ? marry come up , I trow , Is this the poultice for my aking bones ? Hence - forward do your meffages yourself . ; Jul . Here's fuch a coil ; come , what fays Romeo ? Nurfe . Have you got leave to go to shrift to ...
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... dear encounter . Jul . Conceit , more rich in matter than in words , Brags of his fubftance , not of ornament : They are but beggars , that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to fuch excefs , 1 cannot fum one half of up ...
... dear encounter . Jul . Conceit , more rich in matter than in words , Brags of his fubftance , not of ornament : They are but beggars , that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to fuch excefs , 1 cannot fum one half of up ...
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Seite 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Seite 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Seite 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Seite 221 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Seite 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Seite 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Seite 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Seite 26 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.