The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... tell me not , for I have heard it all .. Here's much to do with hate , but more with love : Why then , O brawling ... Tell me in sadness , who the is you love ? Rom . Rom . What , fhall I groan and tell thee ROMEO and JULIET .. 13 :
... tell me not , for I have heard it all .. Here's much to do with hate , but more with love : Why then , O brawling ... 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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... tell thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; but fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in fadnefs make his will O word , ill - urg'd to one that is fo ill ! - In fadness , coufin , I do love a woman . Ban . I aim'd fo near , when I fuppos ...
... tell thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; but fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in fadnefs make his will O word , ill - urg'd to one that is fo ill ! - In fadness , coufin , I do love a woman . Ban . I aim'd fo near , when I fuppos ...
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... tell you without asking . My mafter is- the great rich Capulet , and if you be not of the house of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine . Reft you merry . Ben . At this fame ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rofaline ...
... tell you without asking . My mafter is- the great rich Capulet , and if you be not of the house of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine . Reft you merry . Ben . At this fame ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rofaline ...
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... tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse . I lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) fhe's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lemmas - tide ? La . Cap . A fortnight ...
... tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse . I lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) fhe's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lemmas - tide ? La . Cap . A fortnight ...
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... prettiest babe , that e'er I nurst . An ' I might live to fee thea married once , I have my wish . La .. Cap . And that fime marriage is the very theme .. I came I came to talk of . Tell me , daughter ROMEO and JULIET . F9.
... prettiest babe , that e'er I nurst . An ' I might live to fee thea married once , I have my wish . La .. Cap . And that fime marriage is the very theme .. I came I came to talk of . Tell me , daughter ROMEO and JULIET . F9.
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Pasajes populares
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.