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What devil art thou , that doft torment me thus ? This torture should be roar'd in
dismal hell . Hath Romeo fain himself ? say thou but , I , 7 And that bare vowel , I ,
Sall poison more Than the death - darting eye of cockatrice . I am not I , if there be
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What devil art thou , that doft torment me thus ? This torture should be roar'd in
dismal hell . Hath Romeo fain himself ? say thou but , I , 7 And that bare vowel , I ,
Sall poison more Than the death - darting eye of cockatrice . I am not I , if there be
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A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips , Not body's death , but body's
banishment . Rom . Ha ! banishment ! be merciful , fay - death ; For exile hath
more terror in his look , Much more than death . Do not say - banishment , Fri.
Here from ...
A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips , Not body's death , but body's
banishment . Rom . Ha ! banishment ! be merciful , fay - death ; For exile hath
more terror in his look , Much more than death . Do not say - banishment , Fri.
Here from ...
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Death , that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail , Ties up my tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter friar ... Ready to go , but never to return.2 O lon , the night
before thy wedding - day Hath death lain with thy wife . - See , there she lies ...
Death , that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail , Ties up my tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter friar ... Ready to go , but never to return.2 O lon , the night
before thy wedding - day Hath death lain with thy wife . - See , there she lies ...
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Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty , Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign
yet Is crimson in thy lips , and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not
advanced there.Tybalt , ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet ? oh , what more
favour can I ...
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty , Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign
yet Is crimson in thy lips , and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not
advanced there.Tybalt , ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet ? oh , what more
favour can I ...
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Arms , take your last embrace ! and lips , oh you The doors of breath , seal with a
righteous kils A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come , bitter conduct !
come , unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot , now at once run on The dashing
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Arms , take your last embrace ! and lips , oh you The doors of breath , seal with a
righteous kils A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come , bitter conduct !
come , unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot , now at once run on The dashing
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Página 263 - 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...
Página 212 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 33 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 225 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Página 30 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 89 - 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...
Página 468 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Página 239 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 168 - Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tried Grapple them...
Página 374 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. Appendixes Volume 10 de The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editores | Samuel Johnson, George Steevens |
| Editora | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 28 Dez 2006 |
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