The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pàgina 31
... nature , letting it there ftand ' Till she had laid it , and conjur'd it down ; That were some fpight . My invocation is Honest and fair , and , in his mistress ' name , I conjure only but to raise up him . Ben . Come , he hath hid ...
... nature , letting it there ftand ' Till she had laid it , and conjur'd it down ; That were some fpight . My invocation is Honest and fair , and , in his mistress ' name , I conjure only but to raise up him . Ben . Come , he hath hid ...
Pàgina 38
... Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for fome , and yet all different ...
... Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for fome , and yet all different ...
Pàgina 42
... nature ; for this driveling love is like a great Natural , that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole . Ben . Ben . Stop there , stop there . Mer . 42 ROMEO and JULIET .
... nature ; for this driveling love is like a great Natural , that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole . Ben . Ben . Stop there , stop there . Mer . 42 ROMEO and JULIET .
Pàgina 46
... natural enough , and very much in character for this infipid , prating creature . R put her in mind of that found which is made by dogs when they fnarl : and therefore , I prefume , she says , that is the dog's name . A quotation from ...
... natural enough , and very much in character for this infipid , prating creature . R put her in mind of that found which is made by dogs when they fnarl : and therefore , I prefume , she says , that is the dog's name . A quotation from ...
Pàgina 59
... Nature ! what haft thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the fpirit of a fiend ! In mortal paradife of fuch fweet flesh ? Was ever book , containing fuch vile matter , So fairly bound ? O , that deceit should dwelli In fuch a ...
... Nature ! what haft thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the fpirit of a fiend ! In mortal paradife of fuch fweet flesh ? Was ever book , containing fuch vile matter , So fairly bound ? O , that deceit should dwelli In fuch a ...
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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.