Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. AppendixesC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Pàgina 46
... fpeak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this fight , being o'er my head , As is a winged meffenger of heaven , Unto the white - upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he beftrides the ...
... fpeak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this fight , being o'er my head , As is a winged meffenger of heaven , Unto the white - upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he beftrides the ...
Pàgina 48
... fpeak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form ; fain , fain , deny What I have spoke : -but farewell compliment ! Doft thou love me ? I know , thou wilt fay , ay ; And I will take thy word : -yet if thou fwear'ft , Thou may'st prove ...
... fpeak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form ; fain , fain , deny What I have spoke : -but farewell compliment ! Doft thou love me ? I know , thou wilt fay , ay ; And I will take thy word : -yet if thou fwear'ft , Thou may'st prove ...
Pàgina 67
... fpeak . Nurfe . What hafte ? Can you not stay awhile ? Do you not fee that I am out of breath ? Jul . How art thou out of breath , when thou haft breath To fay to me - that thou art out of breath ? The excufe , that thou doft inake in ...
... fpeak . Nurfe . What hafte ? Can you not stay awhile ? Do you not fee that I am out of breath ? Jul . How art thou out of breath , when thou haft breath To fay to me - that thou art out of breath ? The excufe , that thou doft inake in ...
Pàgina 84
... fpeak well of him that kill'd your coufin ? Jul . Shall I fpeak ill of him that is my husband ? Ah , poor my lord , what tongue fhall smooth thy name , When I , thy three - hours - wife , have mangled it ? But , wherefore , villain ...
... fpeak well of him that kill'd your coufin ? Jul . Shall I fpeak ill of him that is my husband ? Ah , poor my lord , what tongue fhall smooth thy name , When I , thy three - hours - wife , have mangled it ? But , wherefore , villain ...
Pàgina 87
... fpeak a word . Rom . O , thou wilt fpeak again of banishment . Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word ; Adverfity's fweet milk , philofophy , To comfort thee , tho ' thou art banished . Rom . Yet , banifhed ? -hang up ...
... fpeak a word . Rom . O , thou wilt fpeak again of banishment . Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word ; Adverfity's fweet milk , philofophy , To comfort thee , tho ' thou art banished . Rom . Yet , banifhed ? -hang up ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt allufion anſwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio called Capulet caufe Clown death Defdemona doft doth edition Emil Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame father fatirical fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies fince firft flain fleep folio fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heaven himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago itſelf JOHNSON Juliet king lady Laer Laertes laft lefs lord means Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe obferved occafion old quarto Ophelia Othello paffage paffion perfon phrafe play poet Polonius POPE prefent purpoſe quarto quarto reads Queen reafon Romeo Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe tranflation Tybalt ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe wife word
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...