Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Pàgina 3
... play to have been bor- row'd from a novel of Boccace ; but he was mistaken , as an imi- tation of it is found in an old story - book entitled , Westward for Smelts . This imitation differs in as many particulars from the Italian ...
... play to have been bor- row'd from a novel of Boccace ; but he was mistaken , as an imi- tation of it is found in an old story - book entitled , Westward for Smelts . This imitation differs in as many particulars from the Italian ...
Pàgina 12
... play - fellow ; and he is A man , worth any woman ; over - buys me Almost the sum he pays . Cym . What ! -art thou mad ? 170 Imo . Almost , sir : Heaven restore me ! -Would I were A neat - herd's daughter ! and my Leonatus Our neighbour ...
... play - fellow ; and he is A man , worth any woman ; over - buys me Almost the sum he pays . Cym . What ! -art thou mad ? 170 Imo . Almost , sir : Heaven restore me ! -Would I were A neat - herd's daughter ! and my Leonatus Our neighbour ...
Pàgina 13
... play'd than fought , And had no help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand . Queen . I am very glad on't . 200 Imo . Your son's my father's friend : he takes his part To draw upon an exile ! -O brave sir ! I would they were ...
... play'd than fought , And had no help of anger : they were parted By gentlemen at hand . Queen . I am very glad on't . 200 Imo . Your son's my father's friend : he takes his part To draw upon an exile ! -O brave sir ! I would they were ...
Pàgina 33
... play with all infirmities for gold Which rottenness can lend nature ! such boil'd stuff , As well might poison poison ! Be reveng'd ; Or she , that bore you , was no queen , and you Recoil from your great stock , Imo . Reveng'd ! How ...
... play with all infirmities for gold Which rottenness can lend nature ! such boil'd stuff , As well might poison poison ! Be reveng'd ; Or she , that bore you , was no queen , and you Recoil from your great stock , Imo . Reveng'd ! How ...
Pàgina 69
... play'd the strumpet in my bed ; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me . I speak not out of weak surmises ; but from proof as strong as my grief , and as certain as I expect my revenge . That part , thou , Pisanio , must act for me ...
... play'd the strumpet in my bed ; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me . I speak not out of weak surmises ; but from proof as strong as my grief , and as certain as I expect my revenge . That part , thou , Pisanio , must act for me ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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.