The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Pàgina 18
Sufan and fhe ( God reft all chriftian fouls ! ) were of an age . Well , Sufan is with God , fhe was too good for me . But as I faid , on Lammas - eve at night shall fhe be fourteen , that fhall fhe , marry , I remember it well .
Sufan and fhe ( God reft all chriftian fouls ! ) were of an age . Well , Sufan is with God , fhe was too good for me . But as I faid , on Lammas - eve at night shall fhe be fourteen , that fhall fhe , marry , I remember it well .
Pàgina 19
... for even the day be- fore the broke her brow ,, and then my husband , ( God be with his foul , a ' was a merry man ; ) took up the child ; yea , quoth he , doft thou fall upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more ...
... for even the day be- fore the broke her brow ,, and then my husband , ( God be with his foul , a ' was a merry man ; ) took up the child ; yea , quoth he , doft thou fall upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more ...
Pàgina 21
Being but heavy , I will bear the light . you dance . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have Rom . Not I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground , I cannot move .
Being but heavy , I will bear the light . you dance . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have Rom . Not I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground , I cannot move .
Pàgina 24
This is that very Mab , That plats the manes of horfes in the night , And cakes the elf - locks in foul fluttish hairs , Which , once untangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That preffes ...
This is that very Mab , That plats the manes of horfes in the night , And cakes the elf - locks in foul fluttish hairs , Which , once untangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That preffes ...
Pàgina 25
When good manners fhall lie all in one or two men's hands , and they unwash'd too , ' tis a foul thing . 1 Serv . Away with the joint - ftools , remove the court- cup - board , look to the plate : good thou , fave me a piece of march ...
When good manners fhall lie all in one or two men's hands , and they unwash'd too , ' tis a foul thing . 1 Serv . Away with the joint - ftools , remove the court- cup - board , look to the plate : good thou , fave me a piece of march ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., Volum 8 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
bear blood bring Caffio Capulet changes Clown comes daughter dead dear death doft doth Duke Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall fame Farewel father fear feem fhall fhew fhould follow fome foul fpeak ftand fuch fweet give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n hold I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer Laertes leave letter light live look Lord marry matter means moft Moor moſt mother muft murder nature never night noble Nurfe Othello play poor pray Prince Printed Quarto Queen Romeo SCENE ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thing thou thou art thought true Tybalt villain watch whofe wife young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 32 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Pàgina 190 - 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 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Pàgina 210 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pàgina 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Pàgina 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Pàgina 160 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pàgina 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 66 - 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.
Pàgina 36 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 8 The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 29 Des. 2006 |
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