The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volume 20J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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... towne of auncient fame , Whose bright renoune yet shineth cleare , Verona men it name . Bylt in an happy time , bylt on a fertile soyle : Maynteined by the heauenly fates , and by the townish toyle . " & c . Fo . 1 . * Steevens , in a ...
... towne of auncient fame , Whose bright renoune yet shineth cleare , Verona men it name . Bylt in an happy time , bylt on a fertile soyle : Maynteined by the heauenly fates , and by the townish toyle . " & c . Fo . 1 . * Steevens , in a ...
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... towne of auncient fame , Whose bright renoune yet shineth cleare , Verona men it name ; Bylt in an happy time , bylt on a fertyle soyle , Maynteined by the heauenly fates , and by the townish toyle . * In a preliminary note on Romeo and ...
... towne of auncient fame , Whose bright renoune yet shineth cleare , Verona men it name ; Bylt in an happy time , bylt on a fertyle soyle , Maynteined by the heauenly fates , and by the townish toyle . * In a preliminary note on Romeo and ...
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... towne to be preferde aboue the rest Of Lumbard townes , or at the least , compared with the best , In which while Escalus as prince alone dyd raigne , To reache rewarde vnto the good , to paye the lewde with payne , Alas ! ( I rewe to ...
... towne to be preferde aboue the rest Of Lumbard townes , or at the least , compared with the best , In which while Escalus as prince alone dyd raigne , To reache rewarde vnto the good , to paye the lewde with payne , Alas ! ( I rewe to ...
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... towne , No knight or gentleman of high or lowe renowne , But Capilet himselfe hath byd vnto his feast , Or , by his name in paper sent , appoynted as a geast . Yong damsels thether flocke , of bachelers a rowte , Not so much for the ...
... towne , No knight or gentleman of high or lowe renowne , But Capilet himselfe hath byd vnto his feast , Or , by his name in paper sent , appoynted as a geast . Yong damsels thether flocke , of bachelers a rowte , Not so much for the ...
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... her trompe of blacke defame , Whence she with puffed cheeke shall blowe a blast so shrill Of my disprayse , that with the noyse Verona shall she fill . Then I , a laughing stocke through all the towne ROMEUS AND JULIET . 279.
... her trompe of blacke defame , Whence she with puffed cheeke shall blowe a blast so shrill Of my disprayse , that with the noyse Verona shall she fill . Then I , a laughing stocke through all the towne ROMEUS AND JULIET . 279.
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., Volume 20 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1813 |
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agayne ancient copies Antipholus art thou beauty Ben Jonson Benvolio brest called Capulet comedy dead death dedly dost doth Dromio DUKE earth eche edition editors emendation Enter Ephesus Euen euery Exeunt eyes fair frendes Friar fryer geue gleek greefe hand hart hath haue hear heart heaven hence howre husband JOHNSON kiss lady lord loue Love's Labour's Lost lyfe MALONE Mantua married master means Mercutio mistress Montague mynde night nurce NURSE old copy Paris passage payd payne play poem Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece rest Romeo Romeus and Juliet scene second folio Shakspeare sorow speak speech STEEVENS stryfe sweet teares tell thee theyr thine thou art thou hast thought tomb Tybalt Verona vnto WARBURTON wherefore whilst wife wilt woordes word wyfe yong
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Página 96 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Página 84 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 56 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 82 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Página 5 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Página 56 - She is the fairies' midwife ;" and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger 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 91 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Página 91 - Sweet, good night! 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 171 - 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 83 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night.