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 8
Ay , the heads of the maids , or the maidenheads , take it in what fenfe thou wilt . Greg . They muft take it in fenfe , that feel it . Sam . Me they fhall feel , while I am able to stand : and ' tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh .
Ay , the heads of the maids , or the maidenheads , take it in what fenfe thou wilt . Greg . They muft take it in fenfe , that feel it . Sam . Me they fhall feel , while I am able to stand : and ' tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh .
Pàgina 10
... I drew to part them : In the instant came The fiery Tybalt , with his fword prepar'd , Which , as he breath'd defiance to my ears , He fwung about his head , and cut the winds : Who , nothing hurt withal , hifs'd him in fcorn .
... I drew to part them : In the instant came The fiery Tybalt , with his fword prepar'd , Which , as he breath'd defiance to my ears , He fwung about his head , and cut the winds : Who , nothing hurt withal , hifs'd him in fcorn .
Pàgina 30
... high fore - head , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine foot , ftraight leg , and quivering thigh , And the demefns that there adjacent lie , That in thy likeness thou appear to us . Ben . An ' if he hear thee , thou wilt anger him .
... high fore - head , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine foot , ftraight leg , and quivering thigh , And the demefns that there adjacent lie , That in thy likeness thou appear to us . Ben . An ' if he hear thee , thou wilt anger him .
Pàgina 32
What if her eyes were there , they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars , As day - light doth a lamp ; her eyes in heav'n Would through the airy region ftream fo bright , That birds would fing , and think it ...
What if her eyes were there , they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars , As day - light doth a lamp ; her eyes in heav'n Would through the airy region ftream fo bright , That birds would fing , and think it ...
Pàgina 38
Young fon , it argues a diftemper'd head So foon to bid good - morrow to thy bed : Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye , And , where care lodgeth , fleep will never lie : But where unbruised youth with unftuft brain Doth coach ...
Young fon , it argues a diftemper'd head So foon to bid good - morrow to thy bed : Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye , And , where care lodgeth , fleep will never lie : But where unbruised youth with unftuft brain Doth coach ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
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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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