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
Thou villain , Capulet Hold me not , let me go . La . Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to seek a foe . Enter Prince with attendants . Prin . Rebellious subjects , enemies to peace , Prophaners of this neighbour - stained steel Will they ...
Thou villain , Capulet Hold me not , let me go . La . Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to seek a foe . Enter Prince with attendants . Prin . Rebellious subjects , enemies to peace , Prophaners of this neighbour - stained steel Will they ...
Pàgina 26
Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe : A villain , that is hither come in spight , To fcorn at our folemnity this night . Cap . Young Romeo , is't ? Tyb . That villain Romeo . Cap . Content thee , gentle coz , let him alone s He bears ...
Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe : A villain , that is hither come in spight , To fcorn at our folemnity this night . Cap . Young Romeo , is't ? Tyb . That villain Romeo . Cap . Content thee , gentle coz , let him alone s He bears ...
Pàgina 27
It fits , when such a villain is a guest . I'll not endure him . Cap . He shall be endur'd . What , goodman boy -- I say , he shall . Go to Am I the master here , or you ? go to You'll not endure him ! God fhall mend my soul , You'll ...
It fits , when such a villain is a guest . I'll not endure him . Cap . He shall be endur'd . What , goodman boy -- I say , he shall . Go to Am I the master here , or you ? go to You'll not endure him ! God fhall mend my soul , You'll ...
Pàgina 51
Romeo , the love , I bear thee , can afford No better term than this , thou art a villain.Rom . Tybalt , the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting : villain I am none , Therefore ...
Romeo , the love , I bear thee , can afford No better term than this , thou art a villain.Rom . Tybalt , the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting : villain I am none , Therefore ...
Pàgina 52
Ay , ay , a scratch , a scratch ; marry , ' tis enough , Where is my page ? go , villain , fetch a surgeon . Rom . Courage , man , the hurt cannot be much . Mer . No , ' tis not so deep as a well , nor so wide as a church - door ...
Ay , ay , a scratch , a scratch ; marry , ' tis enough , Where is my page ? go , villain , fetch a surgeon . Rom . Courage , man , the hurt cannot be much . Mer . No , ' tis not so deep as a well , nor so wide as a church - door ...
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 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 Nurſe Othello play poor pray Prince Printed Quarto Queen Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet tell thee there's theſe thing thoſe thou thought true Tybalt 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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