The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 12C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... lyfe . The why le , I pray , that ye with favour blame , Or rather not reprove the laughing game Of this my muse . THE ARGUMENT . LOVE hath inflamed twayne by sodayn sight , And both do graunt the thing that both desyre ; They wed in ...
... lyfe . The why le , I pray , that ye with favour blame , Or rather not reprove the laughing game Of this my muse . THE ARGUMENT . LOVE hath inflamed twayne by sodayn sight , And both do graunt the thing that both desyre ; They wed in ...
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... lyfe . No legend lye I tell ; scarce yet theyr eyes be drye , That did behold the grysly sight with wet and weeping eye . But when the prudent prince who there the scepter helde , So great a new disorder in his commonweale behelde , By ...
... lyfe . No legend lye I tell ; scarce yet theyr eyes be drye , That did behold the grysly sight with wet and weeping eye . But when the prudent prince who there the scepter helde , So great a new disorder in his commonweale behelde , By ...
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... lyfe , ne thine unspotted truth , Which are of force , I weene , to move the hardest hart to ruthe ? Now , for our frendships sake , and for thy health , I pray That thou hencefoorth become thine owne ; -O give no more away Unto a ...
... lyfe , ne thine unspotted truth , Which are of force , I weene , to move the hardest hart to ruthe ? Now , for our frendships sake , and for thy health , I pray That thou hencefoorth become thine owne ; -O give no more away Unto a ...
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... lyfe shall last : As proofe shall teache you playne , if that you like to trye His faltles truth , that nill for ought unto his ladye lye . But if my touched hand have warmed yours some dele , Assure yourselfe the heate is colde which ...
... lyfe shall last : As proofe shall teache you playne , if that you like to trye His faltles truth , that nill for ought unto his ladye lye . But if my touched hand have warmed yours some dele , Assure yourselfe the heate is colde which ...
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... lyfe , So that he mynde to make of me his lawful wedded wyfe . For so perchaunce this new alliance may procure Unto our houses such a peace as ever shall indure . " Oh how we can perswade ourself to what we like ! And how we can diswade ...
... lyfe , So that he mynde to make of me his lawful wedded wyfe . For so perchaunce this new alliance may procure Unto our houses such a peace as ever shall indure . " Oh how we can perswade ourself to what we like ! And how we can diswade ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Ben Jonson blood breath brest Calchas called Capulet Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth edition editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio fool frend Friar fryer give Grecian greefe Greeks hand hart hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Johnson Juliet King Henry kiss lady lord lovers lyfe Malone Mason means Menelaus Mercutio Montague mynde Nestor night nurce Nurse old copies Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play poem poet Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece reading Romeo Romeus scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak speech Steevens stryfe sweet sword tears tell thee Ther Thersites theyr thing thou art thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss unto Warburton word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 272 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Página 42 - And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Página 267 - This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Página 243 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Página 294 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Página 384 - A glooming peace this morning with it brings : The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head...
Página 323 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Página 226 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the...
Página 264 - What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Página 308 - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.