The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volum 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Pàgina 30
... fpeak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night , being o'er my head , As is a winged meffenger of heaven Unto the white upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he beftrides the lazy ...
... fpeak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night , being o'er my head , As is a winged meffenger of heaven Unto the white upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he beftrides the lazy ...
Pàgina 31
... my cheek , For that which thou haft heard me fpeak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain fain deny What I have fpoke ; but farewel compliment ! Doft Doft thou love me ? I know , thou wilt Aa II . 31 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... my cheek , For that which thou haft heard me fpeak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain fain deny What I have fpoke ; but farewel compliment ! Doft Doft thou love me ? I know , thou wilt Aa II . 31 ROMEO AND JULIET .
Pàgina 43
... fpeak any thing against me , I'll take him down an ' a were a luftier than he is , and twenty fuch Jacks ! and if I cannot , I'll find those that shall . Scurvy knave ! I am none of his flirt - gills ; I am none of his fkains - mates ...
... fpeak any thing against me , I'll take him down an ' a were a luftier than he is , and twenty fuch Jacks ! and if I cannot , I'll find those that shall . Scurvy knave ! I am none of his flirt - gills ; I am none of his fkains - mates ...
Pàgina 46
... fpeak ; -good , good nurse , speak . Do Nurfe . What hafte ? can you not stay a while ? you not fee , that I am out of breath ? Ful . How art thou out of breath , when thou hast breath To fay to me -that thou art out of breath ? The ...
... fpeak ; -good , good nurse , speak . Do Nurfe . What hafte ? can you not stay a while ? you not fee , that I am out of breath ? Ful . How art thou out of breath , when thou hast breath To fay to me -that thou art out of breath ? The ...
Pàgina 59
... fpeak well of him that kill'd your Jul . Shall I fpeak ill of him that is my husband ? Ah , poor my lord , what tongue fhall fmooth thy name , When I , thy three - hours wife , have mangled it ? - But , wherefore , villain , didst thou ...
... fpeak well of him that kill'd your Jul . Shall I fpeak ill of him that is my husband ? Ah , poor my lord , what tongue fhall fmooth thy name , When I , thy three - hours wife , have mangled it ? - But , wherefore , villain , didst thou ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Pàgina 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pàgina 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pàgina 67 - 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...
Pàgina 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Pàgina 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Pàgina 21 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pàgina 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Pàgina 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...