The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men , I will be cruel with the maids , and cut off their heads . Greg . The heads of the maids ? Sam . Ay , the heads of the maids , or their maidenheads , take it in what fenfe thou wilt ...
... myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men , I will be cruel with the maids , and cut off their heads . Greg . The heads of the maids ? Sam . Ay , the heads of the maids , or their maidenheads , take it in what fenfe thou wilt ...
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... myself and many other friends ; But he , his own affections ' counsellor , Is to himself , I will not fay , how true ; But to himfelf fo fecret and fo clofe , So far from founding and difcovery ; As is the bud bit with an envious worm ...
... myself and many other friends ; But he , his own affections ' counsellor , Is to himself , I will not fay , how true ; But to himfelf fo fecret and fo clofe , So far from founding and difcovery ; As is the bud bit with an envious worm ...
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... me wrong . Rom . Tut ! I have loft myself , I am not here ; This is not Romo , he's fome other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness , who the is you love ? Rom . Rom . What , fhall I groan and tell thee ROMEO and JULIET .. 13 :
... me wrong . Rom . Tut ! I have loft myself , I am not here ; This is not Romo , he's fome other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness , who the is you love ? Rom . Rom . What , fhall I groan and tell thee ROMEO and JULIET .. 13 :
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... myself . Rom . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd , Henceforth I never will be Romeo . [ Afide . Jul . What man art thou , that thus , bescreen'd in night , So ftumbleft on my counfel ? Rom . By a name ...
... myself . Rom . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd , Henceforth I never will be Romeo . [ Afide . Jul . What man art thou , that thus , bescreen'd in night , So ftumbleft on my counfel ? Rom . By a name ...
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... Alack , alack , that heaven fhould practise ftratagems Upon fo foft a fubject as myself ! What fay'ft thou ? haft thou not a word of joy ? Some comfort , nurse , Nurfe Nurse . Faith , here it is : Romeo is 72 ROMEO and JULIET .
... Alack , alack , that heaven fhould practise ftratagems Upon fo foft a fubject as myself ! What fay'ft thou ? haft thou not a word of joy ? Some comfort , nurse , Nurfe Nurse . Faith , here it is : Romeo is 72 ROMEO and JULIET .
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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.