The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pàgina 66
... say you to Thursday ?. Par . My Lord , I would that Thurfday were to - morrow . Cap . Well , get you gone - on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , [ To Lady Cap . Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day ...
... say you to Thursday ?. Par . My Lord , I would that Thurfday were to - morrow . Cap . Well , get you gone - on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed , [ To Lady Cap . Prepare her , wife , against this wedding - day ...
Pàgina 81
... say ? Enter Nurfe Go , waken Juliet , go and trim her up , 1'11 go and chat with Paris : hie , make hafte , Make hafte , the bride - groom he is come already ; Make hafte , I fay . [ Exe . Capulet and Nurfe , Jeverally . SCENE changes ...
... say ? Enter Nurfe Go , waken Juliet , go and trim her up , 1'11 go and chat with Paris : hie , make hafte , Make hafte , the bride - groom he is come already ; Make hafte , I fay . [ Exe . Capulet and Nurfe , Jeverally . SCENE changes ...
Pàgina 92
... say , A madman's mercy bade thee run away . Par . I do defy thy commiferation , And apprehend thee for a felon here . Rom . Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at thee , boy . [ They fight , Paris fals Page . Oh Lord , they fight ! I will ...
... say , A madman's mercy bade thee run away . Par . I do defy thy commiferation , And apprehend thee for a felon here . Rom . Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at thee , boy . [ They fight , Paris fals Page . Oh Lord , they fight ! I will ...
Pàgina 98
... say to this ? Baith . I brought my matter news of Juliet's death , And then in poft he came from Mantua To this fame place , to this fame monument . This letter he early bid me give his father , And threatned me with death , going to ...
... say to this ? Baith . I brought my matter news of Juliet's death , And then in poft he came from Mantua To this fame place , to this fame monument . This letter he early bid me give his father , And threatned me with death , going to ...
Pàgina 105
... Say , what , is Horatio there ? Her . A piece of him . Ber . Welcome , Horatio ; welcome , good Marcellus . Mar. What , has this thing appeared again to - night ? Ber . I have seen nothing . Mar. Horatio fays , ' tis but our phantasy ...
... Say , what , is Horatio there ? Her . A piece of him . Ber . Welcome , Horatio ; welcome , good Marcellus . Mar. What , has this thing appeared again to - night ? Ber . I have seen nothing . Mar. Horatio fays , ' tis but our phantasy ...
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Passatges populars
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.