The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volum 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 33.
Pàgina 126
... Nurfe . Lady Montague , Wife to Montague . Lady Capulet , Wife to Capulet . Juliet , Daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Nurfe to Juliet . CHORUS . Citizens of Verona , feveral men and women relations to Ca- pulet , Maskers ...
... Nurfe . Lady Montague , Wife to Montague . Lady Capulet , Wife to Capulet . Juliet , Daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Nurfe to Juliet . CHORUS . Citizens of Verona , feveral men and women relations to Ca- pulet , Maskers ...
Pàgina 138
... Nurfe . Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is La . Cap . This is the matter -- your will ? Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in fecret ; Nurfe , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counfel ...
... Nurfe . Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is La . Cap . This is the matter -- your will ? Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in fecret ; Nurfe , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counfel ...
Pàgina 139
... Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it fhould leave crying , and fay , ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone : a perilous knock , and it cried bitterly . Yea ...
... Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it fhould leave crying , and fay , ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone : a perilous knock , and it cried bitterly . Yea ...
Pàgina 140
... Nurfe . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I'd fay , thou hadst fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well ... Nurfe . A man , young lady , lady , fuch a man As all the world - Why , he's a man of wax . La . Cap . Verona's ...
... Nurfe . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I'd fay , thou hadst fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well ... Nurfe . A man , young lady , lady , fuch a man As all the world - Why , he's a man of wax . La . Cap . Verona's ...
Pàgina 149
... nurfe , What is yon gentleman ? Nurfe . The fon and heir of old Tiberio . Jul . What's he , that now is going out of door ? Nurfe , That , as I think , is young Petruchio . Jul . What's he that follows here , that would not dance ...
... nurfe , What is yon gentleman ? Nurfe . The fon and heir of old Tiberio . Jul . What's he , that now is going out of door ? Nurfe , That , as I think , is young Petruchio . Jul . What's he that follows here , that would not dance ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Calchas call'd Capulet Clown death Desdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair falfe fame father feems felf fhall fhew fhould firft flain fleep fome foul fpeak ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft honour houſe i'th Iago is't Juliet King lady Laer Laertes laft lord Menelaus moft moſt muft murther muſt Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Paffage Pandarus Patroclus Poet Polonius Pope pray Priam purpoſe Quarto Queen Reaſon Rodorigo Romeo Senfe Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt uſe whofe wife William Shakespeare word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Pàgina 251 - 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...
Pàgina 292 - ... 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 327 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Pàgina 443 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Pàgina 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Pàgina 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Pàgina 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.