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 10
Three civil broils , bred of an airy word , By thee , old Capulet , and Montague ,
Have thrice difturb'd the quiet of our streets ; And made Verona's ancient citizens
Caft by their grave , beseeming , ornaments ; To wield old partizans , in hands ...
Three civil broils , bred of an airy word , By thee , old Capulet , and Montague ,
Have thrice difturb'd the quiet of our streets ; And made Verona's ancient citizens
Caft by their grave , beseeming , ornaments ; To wield old partizans , in hands ...
Pàgina 19
To see now , how a jest shall come about . I warrant , an ' I should live a thousand
years , I should not forget it : Wilt thou not , Julé , quoth he ? and , pretty fool , it
stinted , and said , ay . La . Cap . Enough of this , I pray thee , hold thy peace .
To see now , how a jest shall come about . I warrant , an ' I should live a thousand
years , I should not forget it : Wilt thou not , Julé , quoth he ? and , pretty fool , it
stinted , and said , ay . La . Cap . Enough of this , I pray thee , hold thy peace .
Pàgina 33
I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd , Henceforth I
never will be Romeo , Jul . What man ... By a name I know not how to tell thee
who I am : My name , dear faint , is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to
thee .
I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd , Henceforth I
never will be Romeo , Jul . What man ... By a name I know not how to tell thee
who I am : My name , dear faint , is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to
thee .
Pàgina 35
I gave thee mine , before thou didst requeft it : And yet I would , it were to give
again . Rom . Wouldft thou withdraw it ? for what purpofe , love ? Jul . Bat to be
frank , and give it thee again . And yet I wish but for the thing I have : My bounty is
as ...
I gave thee mine , before thou didst requeft it : And yet I would , it were to give
again . Rom . Wouldft thou withdraw it ? for what purpofe , love ? Jul . Bat to be
frank , and give it thee again . And yet I wish but for the thing I have : My bounty is
as ...
Pàgina 36
It is my love that calls upon my name , How filver - sweet found lovers ' tongues
by night , Like fofteft mufick to attending ears ! Jul . Romeo ! Rom . My sweet ! Jul .
At what o'clock to - morrow Shall I fend to thee ? Rom . By the hour of nine . Ful .
It is my love that calls upon my name , How filver - sweet found lovers ' tongues
by night , Like fofteft mufick to attending ears ! Jul . Romeo ! Rom . My sweet ! Jul .
At what o'clock to - morrow Shall I fend to thee ? Rom . By the hour of nine . Ful .
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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