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 25
Welcome , all , gentlemen ; I've seen the day That I have worn a visor , and could
tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear , Such as would please : ' tis gone ; ' tis
gone ; ' tis gone ! [ Musick plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves , and ...
Welcome , all , gentlemen ; I've seen the day That I have worn a visor , and could
tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear , Such as would please : ' tis gone ; ' tis
gone ; ' tis gone ! [ Musick plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves , and ...
Pàgina 66
Well , get you gone on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , [
To Lady Cap . Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day . Farewel , my Lord -
light to my chamber , hoa ! ' Fore me , it is so very late , that we May call it early ...
Well , get you gone on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , [
To Lady Cap . Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day . Farewel , my Lord -
light to my chamber , hoa ! ' Fore me , it is so very late , that we May call it early ...
Pàgina 67
It is , it is ; hie hence , be gone , away : It is the lark that fings so out of tune ,
Straining harsh discords , and unpleasing sharps . Some say , the lark makes
sweet division ; This doth not so : for the divideth us . Some say , the lark and
loathed ...
It is , it is ; hie hence , be gone , away : It is the lark that fings so out of tune ,
Straining harsh discords , and unpleasing sharps . Some say , the lark makes
sweet division ; This doth not so : for the divideth us . Some say , the lark and
loathed ...
Pàgina 87
No matter : get thee gone , And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight . [ Exit
Baithafar , Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee to - night ; Let's see for means - o
mischief ! thou art swift To enter in the thought of desperate men ! I do remember
an ...
No matter : get thee gone , And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight . [ Exit
Baithafar , Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee to - night ; Let's see for means - o
mischief ! thou art swift To enter in the thought of desperate men ! I do remember
an ...
Pàgina 91
I will be gone , Sir , and not trouble you . Rom . So shalt thou fhew me friendship .
-- Take thoa Live and be profp'rous , and farewel , good fellow . Balth . For all this
fame , I'll hide me hereabout ; His looks I fear , and his intents I doubt .
I will be gone , Sir , and not trouble you . Rom . So shalt thou fhew me friendship .
-- Take thoa Live and be profp'rous , and farewel , good fellow . Balth . For all this
fame , I'll hide me hereabout ; His looks I fear , and his intents I doubt .
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Æmil againſt bear blood Caffio Capulet changes Clown comes daughter dead dear death Deſdemona doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall Farewel father fear firſt follow foul give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n himſelf hold houſe huſband I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer lago leave letter light live look Lord marry matter means Moor moſt mother murder muſt nature never night noble Nurſe Othello play poor pray Prince Printed Queen Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet tell thee there's theſe thing thoſe thou thou art thought true uſe villain watch whoſe 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, Hubert François Gravelot |
| 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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