Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. AppendixesC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Pàgina 3
... fair Verona , ( where we lay our feene ) From ancient grudge break to new mutiny ; Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes , A pair of star - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif ...
... fair Verona , ( where we lay our feene ) From ancient grudge break to new mutiny ; Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes , A pair of star - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif ...
Pàgina 11
... fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night . Black and portentous muft this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the caufe ? Mon. I neither know it , nor can ...
... fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night . Black and portentous muft this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the caufe ? Mon. I neither know it , nor can ...
Pàgina 15
... fair , I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is fooneft hit . · Rom . But , in that hit , you mifs . She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow ; fhe hath Dian's wit ; 9 And , in ftrong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
... fair , I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is fooneft hit . · Rom . But , in that hit , you mifs . She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow ; fhe hath Dian's wit ; 9 And , in ftrong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
Pàgina 16
... fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He , that is ftrucken blind , cannot forget The precious treafure of his eye - fight loft . Shew me a miftrefs , that is paffing fair , What doth her beauty ferve ...
... fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He , that is ftrucken blind , cannot forget The precious treafure of his eye - fight loft . Shew me a miftrefs , that is paffing fair , What doth her beauty ferve ...
Pàgina 17
... fair according voice : This night , I hold an old - accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you , among the ftore , One more , moft welcome , makes my number more , At my poor house , look to behold ...
... fair according voice : This night , I hold an old - accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you , among the ftore , One more , moft welcome , makes my number more , At my poor house , look to behold ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 265 - 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...
Pàgina 214 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 35 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pàgina 227 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Pàgina 32 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pàgina 91 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out...
Pàgina 470 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Pàgina 241 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pàgina 170 - Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tried Grapple them...
Pàgina 376 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...