Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... mother : see we fooles , Why have I blab'd : who shall be true to us When we are so unsecret to our selves ? But though I lov'd you well , I woed you not , And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man ; Or that we women had mens priviledge ...
... mother : see we fooles , Why have I blab'd : who shall be true to us When we are so unsecret to our selves ? But though I lov'd you well , I woed you not , And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man ; Or that we women had mens priviledge ...
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... Mothers bloud Runs on the dexter cheeke , and this sinister Bounds in my fathers : by Jove multipotent , Thou should'st ... mother , My sacred Aunt , should by my mortall Sword Be drained . Let me embrace thee Ajax : By him that thunders ...
... Mothers bloud Runs on the dexter cheeke , and this sinister Bounds in my fathers : by Jove multipotent , Thou should'st ... mother , My sacred Aunt , should by my mortall Sword Be drained . Let me embrace thee Ajax : By him that thunders ...
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... mothers ; doe not give advantage To stubborne Criticks , apt without a theame For depravation , to ' square the generall sex By Cressids rule . Rather thinke this not Cressid . Exit . Ulis . What hath she done Prince , that can soyle ...
... mothers ; doe not give advantage To stubborne Criticks , apt without a theame For depravation , to ' square the generall sex By Cressids rule . Rather thinke this not Cressid . Exit . Ulis . What hath she done Prince , that can soyle ...
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... Mothers ; And when we have our Armors buckled on , The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords , Spur them to ... mother hath had visions ; Cassandra doth foresee ; and I my selfe , Am like a Prophet suddenly enrapt , To tell thee ...
... Mothers ; And when we have our Armors buckled on , The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords , Spur them to ... mother hath had visions ; Cassandra doth foresee ; and I my selfe , Am like a Prophet suddenly enrapt , To tell thee ...
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... Mother , and to be partly proud , which he is , even to the altitude of his vertue . 2. Cit . What he cannot helpe in his Nature , you account a Vice in him : You must in no way say he is covetous . 1. Cit . If I must not , I neede not ...
... Mother , and to be partly proud , which he is , even to the altitude of his vertue . 2. Cit . What he cannot helpe in his Nature , you account a Vice in him : You must in no way say he is covetous . 1. Cit . If I must not , I neede not ...
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Seite 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Seite 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Seite 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Seite 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Seite 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Seite 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Seite 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Seite 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Seite 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Seite 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother