The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pàgina 16
... moft , whose merit most shall be : Which on more view of many , mine , being one , May stand in number , tho ' in reck'ning none . Come , go with me . Go , firrah , trudge about ,. Through fair Verona ; find thofe perfons out Whofe ...
... moft , whose merit most shall be : Which on more view of many , mine , being one , May stand in number , tho ' in reck'ning none . Come , go with me . Go , firrah , trudge about ,. Through fair Verona ; find thofe perfons out Whofe ...
Pàgina 31
... both the King and the Beggar . The magnanimous and moft illuftrate King Copbetua fet eye upon the pernicious and most indubitate Beggar Zenelophon , B 4 This This field - bed is too cold for me to ROMEO and JULIET . 31.
... both the King and the Beggar . The magnanimous and moft illuftrate King Copbetua fet eye upon the pernicious and most indubitate Beggar Zenelophon , B 4 This This field - bed is too cold for me to ROMEO and JULIET . 31.
Pàgina 42
... moft sharp fauce . Rom . And is it not well ferv'd in to a sweet goofe ? Mer . O , here's a wit of cheverel , that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad . Rom . I ftretch it out for that word broad , which , added to the goofe ...
... moft sharp fauce . Rom . And is it not well ferv'd in to a sweet goofe ? Mer . O , here's a wit of cheverel , that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad . Rom . I ftretch it out for that word broad , which , added to the goofe ...
Pàgina 83
... Moft deteftable Death , by thee beguil❜d , By cruel , cruel thee quite over - thrown : O love , O life , -not life , but love in death ! - 9 Cap . Defpis'd , distressed , hated , martyr'd , kill'd , - Uncomfortable Time ! why cam'ft ...
... Moft deteftable Death , by thee beguil❜d , By cruel , cruel thee quite over - thrown : O love , O life , -not life , but love in death ! - 9 Cap . Defpis'd , distressed , hated , martyr'd , kill'd , - Uncomfortable Time ! why cam'ft ...
Pàgina 84
... moft , you fought , was her promotion ; For ' twas your heaven ,, she should be advanc'd :: And weep you now , seeing she is advanc'd , Above the clouds , as high as Heav'n himself ? Oh , in this love you love your child fo ill , That ...
... moft , you fought , was her promotion ; For ' twas your heaven ,, she should be advanc'd :: And weep you now , seeing she is advanc'd , Above the clouds , as high as Heav'n himself ? Oh , in this love you love your child fo ill , That ...
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Pàgina 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pàgina 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pàgina 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pàgina 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Pàgina 221 - I have kissed 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 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Pàgina 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Pàgina 31 - 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.
Pàgina 26 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.