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
This is the matter- -Nurfe , give leave a while , we muft talk in fecret ; Nurfe , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counsel : thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith , I can tell her age ...
This is the matter- -Nurfe , give leave a while , we muft talk in fecret ; Nurfe , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counsel : thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith , I can tell her age ...
Pàgina 49
Conceit , more rich in matter than in words , Brags of his fubftance , not of ornament : They are but beggars , that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to fuch excess , I cannot fum up one half of my wealth . Fri.
Conceit , more rich in matter than in words , Brags of his fubftance , not of ornament : They are but beggars , that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to fuch excess , I cannot fum up one half of my wealth . Fri.
Pàgina 58
... A damned faint , an honourable villain ! O nature ! what hadft thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradife of fuch fweet flesh ? Was ever book , containing fuch vile matter , So fairly bound ?
... A damned faint , an honourable villain ! O nature ! what hadft thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradife of fuch fweet flesh ? Was ever book , containing fuch vile matter , So fairly bound ?
Pàgina 80
Cap . Make hafte , make hafte ; firrah , fetch drier logs , Call Peter , he will fhew thee where they are . Serv . I have a head , Sir , that will find out logs , And never trouble Peter for the matter , Cap . 蘩 Cap .
Cap . Make hafte , make hafte ; firrah , fetch drier logs , Call Peter , he will fhew thee where they are . Serv . I have a head , Sir , that will find out logs , And never trouble Peter for the matter , Cap . 蘩 Cap .
Pàgina 81
O well - a - day , that ever I was born ! Some Aqua - vita , ho ! my Lord , my lady ! Enter Lady Capulet . La . Cap . What noife is here ? Narfe . O lamentable day ! La . Cap . D 5 La . Cap . What's the matter ? Nurfe .
O well - a - day , that ever I was born ! Some Aqua - vita , ho ! my Lord , my lady ! Enter Lady Capulet . La . Cap . What noife is here ? Narfe . O lamentable day ! La . Cap . D 5 La . Cap . What's the matter ? Nurfe .
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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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