The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pàgina 56
... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We loft too much money this mart , by being too wenchlefs . We Bawd . We were never fo much out of creatures . have but ...
... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We loft too much money this mart , by being too wenchlefs . We Bawd . We were never fo much out of creatures . have but ...
Pàgina 57
... Bawd . Boult , has the any qualities ? : Boult . She has a good face , speaks well , and has excel- lent good clothes ; there's no further neceffity of qualities can make her be refused . Bawd . What's her price , Boult ? Boult . I ...
... Bawd . Boult , has the any qualities ? : Boult . She has a good face , speaks well , and has excel- lent good clothes ; there's no further neceffity of qualities can make her be refused . Bawd . What's her price , Boult ? Boult . I ...
Pàgina 58
... Bawd . Why lament you , pretty one ? Mar. That I am pretty . Bard . Come , the gods have done their part in you . Mar. I accufe them not . Bawd . You are lit into my hands , where you are like to live . Mar. The more my fault , To ...
... Bawd . Why lament you , pretty one ? Mar. That I am pretty . Bard . Come , the gods have done their part in you . Mar. I accufe them not . Bawd . You are lit into my hands , where you are like to live . Mar. The more my fault , To ...
Pàgina 59
... Bawd . We fhall have him here to - morrow with his best ruff on . Boult . To - night , to - night . But , miftrefs , do you know the French knight that cowers i'the hams ? Bawd . Who ? monfieur Veroles ? Boult . Ay ; he offered to cut a ...
... Bawd . We fhall have him here to - morrow with his best ruff on . Boult . To - night , to - night . But , miftrefs , do you know the French knight that cowers i'the hams ? Bawd . Who ? monfieur Veroles ? Boult . Ay ; he offered to cut a ...
Pàgina 60
... Bawd . Who fhould deny it ? Come , young one , I like the manner of your garments well . Boult . Ay , by my faith , they shall not be changed yet . Bawd . Boult , spend thou that in the town : report what a fojourner we have ; you'll ...
... Bawd . Who fhould deny it ? Come , young one , I like the manner of your garments well . Boult . Ay , by my faith , they shall not be changed yet . Bawd . Boult , spend thou that in the town : report what a fojourner we have ; you'll ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
Passatges populars
Pàgina 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Pàgina 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Pàgina 97 - 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 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Pàgina 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Pàgina 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Pàgina 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Pàgina 98 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Pàgina 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.