The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pàgina 35
... give again . Rem . Wouldst thou withdraw it ? for what purpose , B 6 [ love ? Jul . 6 Jul . But to be frank , and give it ROMEO and JULIET . 35.
... give again . Rem . Wouldst thou withdraw it ? for what purpose , B 6 [ love ? Jul . 6 Jul . But to be frank , and give it ROMEO and JULIET . 35.
Pàgina 36
... give it thee again . And yet I wish but for the thing I have : My bounty is as boundless as the fea , My love as deep ; the more I give to thee , The more I have , for both are infinite . I hear fome noife within ; dear love , adieu ...
... give it thee again . And yet I wish but for the thing I have : My bounty is as boundless as the fea , My love as deep ; the more I give to thee , The more I have , for both are infinite . I hear fome noife within ; dear love , adieu ...
Pàgina 38
... give : Nor aught fo good , but , ftrain'd from that fair use , Revolts from true birth , ftumbling on abuse . Virtue itself turns vice , being mifapplied ; And vice fometime by action's dignify'd . Within the infant rind of this fmall ...
... give : Nor aught fo good , but , ftrain'd from that fair use , Revolts from true birth , ftumbling on abuse . Virtue itself turns vice , being mifapplied ; And vice fometime by action's dignify'd . Within the infant rind of this fmall ...
Pàgina 41
... give you ? Mer . The flip , Sir , the flip : can you not conceive ? ( 16 ) 0 , their bones ! their bones ! ] Mercutio is here ridiculing those frencbified fantastical coxcombs whom he calls pardonnez - moy's : and therefore , I fufpect ...
... give you ? Mer . The flip , Sir , the flip : can you not conceive ? ( 16 ) 0 , their bones ! their bones ! ] Mercutio is here ridiculing those frencbified fantastical coxcombs whom he calls pardonnez - moy's : and therefore , I fufpect ...
Pàgina 51
... give me occafion . Mer . Could you not take fome occafion without giving ? Tyb . Mercutio , thou confort'st with Romeo- Mer . Confort ! what doft thou make us minstrels ! if thou make minstrels of us , look to hear nothing but dif ...
... give me occafion . Mer . Could you not take fome occafion without giving ? Tyb . Mercutio , thou confort'st with Romeo- Mer . Confort ! what doft thou make us minstrels ! if thou make minstrels of us , look to hear nothing but dif ...
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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.