The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Lord , Lord , she will be a joyful woman . Rom . What wilt thou tell her , nurfe ? thou dost not mark me . Nurfe . I will tell her , Sir , that you do proteft ; which , as I take it , is a gentleman - like offer . Rom . Bid her devise ...
... Lord , Lord , she will be a joyful woman . Rom . What wilt thou tell her , nurfe ? thou dost not mark me . Nurfe . I will tell her , Sir , that you do proteft ; which , as I take it , is a gentleman - like offer . Rom . Bid her devise ...
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... Lord , I could have ftaid here all night long , To hear good counfel : oh , what learning is ! My Lord , I'll tell my Lady you will come . Ron . Do fo , and bid my fweet prepare to chide . Nufe . Here , ir , a ring fhe bid me give ...
... Lord , I could have ftaid here all night long , To hear good counfel : oh , what learning is ! My Lord , I'll tell my Lady you will come . Ron . Do fo , and bid my fweet prepare to chide . Nufe . Here , ir , a ring fhe bid me give ...
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... Lord , I would that Thurfday were to - morrow . Cap . Well , get you gone - on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , [ To Lady Cap . Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day . Farewel , my Lord - light to my ...
... Lord , I would that Thurfday were to - morrow . Cap . Well , get you gone - on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , [ To Lady Cap . Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day . Farewel , my Lord - light to my ...
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... Lord with that fame tongue Which the hath prais'd him with above compare , So many thousand times ? Go , counsellor , Thou and my bofom henceforth fhall be twain : I'll to the Friar , to know his remedy : If all elfe fail , myself have ...
... Lord with that fame tongue Which the hath prais'd him with above compare , So many thousand times ? Go , counsellor , Thou and my bofom henceforth fhall be twain : I'll to the Friar , to know his remedy : If all elfe fail , myself have ...
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... lord at Lawrence ' cell , And gave him what becoming love I might , Not ftepping o'er the bounds of modesty . Cop . Why , I am glad on't , this is well , ftand up ; This is as't fhould be ; let me fee the County : Ay , marry , go , I ...
... lord at Lawrence ' cell , And gave him what becoming love I might , Not ftepping o'er the bounds of modesty . Cop . Why , I am glad on't , this is well , ftand up ; This is as't fhould be ; let me fee the County : Ay , marry , go , I ...
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Página 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 ?
Página 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.