The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... tell me not , for I have heard it all . Here's much to do with hate , but more with love : - Why then , O brawling love ! O loving hate ! O any thing of nothing first created ! O heavy lightnefs ! ferious vanity ! Mif - fhapen chaos of ...
... tell me not , for I have heard it all . Here's much to do with hate , but more with love : - Why then , O brawling love ! O loving hate ! O any thing of nothing first created ! O heavy lightnefs ! ferious vanity ! Mif - fhapen chaos of ...
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... Tell me in sadness , who fhe is you love ? Rom . What , fhall I groan , and tell thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; But fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in sadness make his will : - O word ill urg'd to one that is fo ill- In ...
... Tell me in sadness , who fhe is you love ? Rom . What , fhall I groan , and tell thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; But fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in sadness make his will : - O word ill urg'd to one that is fo ill- In ...
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... tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the houfe of Montagues , I pray , come and crufh a cup of wine . Reft you merry . B Ben . Ben . At this fame ancient feaft of Capulet's Sups Aa I. 13 ...
... tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the houfe of Montagues , I pray , come and crufh a cup of wine . Reft you merry . B Ben . Ben . At this fame ancient feaft of Capulet's Sups Aa I. 13 ...
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... tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , - And yet , to my teen be it spoken , I have but four , - She's not fourteen : How long is't now to Lammas- La . Cap . A fortnight , and ...
... tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , - And yet , to my teen be it spoken , I have but four , - She's not fourteen : How long is't now to Lammas- La . Cap . A fortnight , and ...
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... Tell me , daughter Juliet , How ftands your difpofition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ! were not I thine only nurse , I'd say , thou hadft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well ...
... Tell me , daughter Juliet , How ftands your difpofition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ! were not I thine only nurse , I'd say , thou hadft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well ...
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The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare. With Introductory Prefaces to ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1798 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt anfwer Anne art thou Bard Bardolph BENVOLIO better Caius CAPULET coufin dead death defire doft Doll doth Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid FALSTAFF father fent feven fhall fhew fhould fince fir John flain fleep fome Ford foul fpeak fpirit Friar LAWRENCE ftand fuch fure fwear fweet fword gentleman give Harry hath hear heart heaven Henry Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft honeft honour horfe horſe houfe houſe humour huſband Juft Juliet king knave lady lord mafter Brook marry Mercutio miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night Northumberland Nurfe peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins pray prince prince of Wales Quic rafcal reafon Romeo SCENE Shal ſhall Shallow ſhe Slen ſpeak ſtand ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thofe thou art Tybalt Weft whofe wife yourſelf
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Página 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Página 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Página 67 - 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 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Página 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Página 21 - 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 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Página 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...