The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Pàgina 50
... Follow me close , for I will fpeak to them . Gentlemen , good - den , a word with one of you . Mer . And but one word with one of us ? couple it with fomething , make it a word and a blow . Tyb . You fhall find me apt enough to that ...
... Follow me close , for I will fpeak to them . Gentlemen , good - den , a word with one of you . Mer . And but one word with one of us ? couple it with fomething , make it a word and a blow . Tyb . You fhall find me apt enough to that ...
Pàgina 58
... follow ; and , if we only throw it out , we gain at once an harmonious Verfe , and a proper Contraft of Epi thets and Images . Dove - feather'd Raven ! Wolvish - rav'ning Lamb ↓ Jul . Jul . Blifter'd be thy tongue , For fuch a 58 ROMEO ...
... follow ; and , if we only throw it out , we gain at once an harmonious Verfe , and a proper Contraft of Epi thets and Images . Dove - feather'd Raven ! Wolvish - rav'ning Lamb ↓ Jul . Jul . Blifter'd be thy tongue , For fuch a 58 ROMEO ...
Pàgina 59
... follow'd not , when she said Tybalt's dead , Thy Father or thy Mother , nay , or both ? But with a rear - ward following Tybalt's death , Romeo is banished to fpeak that word , Is , father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet , All flain ...
... follow'd not , when she said Tybalt's dead , Thy Father or thy Mother , nay , or both ? But with a rear - ward following Tybalt's death , Romeo is banished to fpeak that word , Is , father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet , All flain ...
Pàgina 84
... follow this fair coarfe unto her grave . The heav'ns do low'r upon you , for fome ill ; Move them no more , by croffing their high will . [ Exeunt Capulet , Lady Capulet , Paris and Friar . Manent Muficians , and Nurfe . Muf . Faith ...
... follow this fair coarfe unto her grave . The heav'ns do low'r upon you , for fome ill ; Move them no more , by croffing their high will . [ Exeunt Capulet , Lady Capulet , Paris and Friar . Manent Muficians , and Nurfe . Muf . Faith ...
Pàgina 109
... follows , that you know , young Fortinbras , Holding a weak fuppofal of our worth ; Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our ftate to be disjoint and out of frame ; Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail ...
... follows , that you know , young Fortinbras , Holding a weak fuppofal of our worth ; Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our ftate to be disjoint and out of frame ; Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., Volum 8 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 32 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Pàgina 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Pàgina 210 - 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 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Pàgina 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Pàgina 160 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pàgina 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 66 - 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 36 - 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.