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 3
... live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ftrike quickly , being mov'd . Greg . But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike . Sam . A dog of the houfe of Montague moves me . Greg . To move , is - to ftir ; and to be valiant , is ...
... live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ftrike quickly , being mov'd . Greg . But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike . Sam . A dog of the houfe of Montague moves me . Greg . To move , is - to ftir ; and to be valiant , is ...
Pàgina 6
... lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace . For this time , all the reft depart away : You , Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And , Montague , come you this afternoon , To know our further pleasure in this cafe , To old Free - town ...
... lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace . For this time , all the reft depart away : You , Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And , Montague , come you this afternoon , To know our further pleasure in this cafe , To old Free - town ...
Pàgina 10
... live chafte ? Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts ... live dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I ...
... live chafte ? Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts ... live dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I ...
Pàgina 16
... live a thousand years , I never fhould forget it ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? quoth he : And , pretty fool , it stinted , and faid — Ay . La . Cap . Enough of this ; I pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe ...
... live a thousand years , I never fhould forget it ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? quoth he : And , pretty fool , it stinted , and faid — Ay . La . Cap . Enough of this ; I pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe ...
Pàgina 17
... lives in the fea ; and ' tis much pride , For fair without the fair within to hide : That book in many's eyes doth fhare the glory , That in gold clafps locks in the golden story ; So fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having ...
... lives in the fea ; and ' tis much pride , For fair without the fair within to hide : That book in many's eyes doth fhare the glory , That in gold clafps locks in the golden story ; So fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having ...
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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...