Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Pàgina 19
... night , where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses : This gentleman at that time vouching ( and upon warrant of bloody affirmation ) , his to be more fair , virtuous , wise , chaste , constant- qualified , qualified , and ...
... night , where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses : This gentleman at that time vouching ( and upon warrant of bloody affirmation ) , his to be more fair , virtuous , wise , chaste , constant- qualified , qualified , and ...
Pàgina 35
... safety : since My lord hath interest in them , I will keep them In my bed - chamber . 790 800 lach . They are in a trunk , Attended by my men : I will make bold Ta To send them to you , only for this night A & t I. CYMBELINE .
... safety : since My lord hath interest in them , I will keep them In my bed - chamber . 790 800 lach . They are in a trunk , Attended by my men : I will make bold Ta To send them to you , only for this night A & t I. CYMBELINE .
Pàgina 36
... night : I have out - stood my time ; which is material To the tender of our present . Imo . I will write . Send your trunk to me ; it shall safe be kept , And truly yielded you : You are very welcome . $ 10 [ Excunt . ACT II . SCENE 1 ...
... night : I have out - stood my time ; which is material To the tender of our present . Imo . I will write . Send your trunk to me ; it shall safe be kept , And truly yielded you : You are very welcome . $ 10 [ Excunt . ACT II . SCENE 1 ...
Pàgina 38
... night of him . Come , go . 2 Lord . I'll attend your lordship . 51 [ Exeunt CLOTEN , and first Lord . That such a crafty devil as his mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her ...
... night of him . Come , go . 2 Lord . I'll attend your lordship . 51 [ Exeunt CLOTEN , and first Lord . That such a crafty devil as his mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman , that Bears all down with her brain ; and this her ...
Pàgina 39
... night , Guard me , beseech you ! [ Sleeps . [ IACHIMO , from the Trunk . lach . The crickets sing , and man's o'er - labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes , ere he waken'd Dij 80 The The ...
... night , Guard me , beseech you ! [ Sleeps . [ IACHIMO , from the Trunk . lach . The crickets sing , and man's o'er - labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes , ere he waken'd Dij 80 The The ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou ARVIRAGUS Attorney at Law BELARIUS Ben Jonson Benvolio Bookseller Bristol Britons Cæsar CAPULET Clot Cloten CYMBELINE dead dear death doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flowers folio Friar Friar LAWRENCE gentleman George give gleek gods grave grief Guid GUIDERIUS hand hath heart heaven hence Here's honour Iachimo Imogen James John JOHNSON king lach lady Leonatus lord madam MALONE Mantua married mean Mercutio mistress Montague musick night noble Nurse old copy Paris passage Pisanio play Post Posthumus pray Prince quarto Queen Roman Romeo Romeus and Juliet SCENE Shakspere shew sleep speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell Theatre-Royal thee thine thing Thomas thou art thou hast Tybalt Verona villain WARBURTON William word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 33 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Pàgina 115 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Pàgina 115 - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Pàgina 22 - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Pàgina 36 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Pàgina 37 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Pàgina 34 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Pàgina 66 - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Pàgina 37 - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Pàgina 80 - 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.