The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pàgina 26
... hath corns ; am I come near you now ? Welcome , all , gentlemen ; I've seen the day That I have worn a visor , and could tell .. A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear , Such as would please : ' tis gone ; ' tis gone ; ' tis gone ...
... hath corns ; am I come near you now ? Welcome , all , gentlemen ; I've seen the day That I have worn a visor , and could tell .. A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear , Such as would please : ' tis gone ; ' tis gone ; ' tis gone ...
Pàgina 30
... hath ftol'n him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard - wall . Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too . Who , Romeo ! humours ! madman ! paffion ! lover ! Appear thou in the likeness of a figh ...
... hath ftol'n him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard - wall . Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too . Who , Romeo ! humours ! madman ! paffion ! lover ! Appear thou in the likeness of a figh ...
Pàgina 31
... hath hid himself among these trees , To be conforted with the hum'rous night : Blind is his love , and best befits the dark . Mer . If love be blind , love cannot hit the mark . Now will he fit under a medlar - tree , And wish his ...
... hath hid himself among these trees , To be conforted with the hum'rous night : Blind is his love , and best befits the dark . Mer . If love be blind , love cannot hit the mark . Now will he fit under a medlar - tree , And wish his ...
Pàgina 35
... hath fo discovered . Rom . Lady , by yonder bleffed moon I vow , That tips with filver all these fruit - tree tops- Jul . O fwear not by the moon , th ' inconftant moon , That monthly changes in her circled orb ; Left that thy love ...
... hath fo discovered . Rom . Lady , by yonder bleffed moon I vow , That tips with filver all these fruit - tree tops- Jul . O fwear not by the moon , th ' inconftant moon , That monthly changes in her circled orb ; Left that thy love ...
Pàgina 39
... hath not been in bed to - night . Rom . That laft is true , the fweeter reft was mine . Fri. God pardon fin ! waft thou with Rosaline ? Rm . With Rofaline , my ghoftly father ? no . I have forgot that name , and that name's woe . [ then ...
... hath not been in bed to - night . Rom . That laft is true , the fweeter reft was mine . Fri. God pardon fin ! waft thou with Rosaline ? Rm . With Rofaline , my ghoftly father ? no . I have forgot that name , and that name's woe . [ then ...
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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.