The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Band 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... fome other where . [ Going Ben . Tell me in sadness , who she 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 fadnefs make his will ? - O word , ill ...
... fome other where . [ Going Ben . Tell me in sadness , who she 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 fadnefs make his will ? - O word , ill ...
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... fome new infection to the eye , And the rank poifon of the old will die . Rom . Your plantan leaf is excellent for that . Ben . For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken fhin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? 1 Rom . Not mad ...
... fome new infection to the eye , And the rank poifon of the old will die . Rom . Your plantan leaf is excellent for that . Ben . For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken fhin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? 1 Rom . Not mad ...
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... fome that I fhall fhow , And I will make thee think thy fwan a crow . { Exit . Rom . When the devout religion of mine eye . Maintains fuch falfhoods , then turn tears to fires ! And thefe , who , often drown'd , could never die ...
... fome that I fhall fhow , And I will make thee think thy fwan a crow . { Exit . Rom . When the devout religion of mine eye . Maintains fuch falfhoods , then turn tears to fires ! And thefe , who , often drown'd , could never die ...
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... fome vile forfeit of untimely death . But he , that hath the fteerage of my course , Direct my fuit ! On , lufty gentlemen . Ben . Strike , drum . [ They march about the Stage , and Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes , to a Hall in Capulet's ...
... fome vile forfeit of untimely death . But he , that hath the fteerage of my course , Direct my fuit ! On , lufty gentlemen . Ben . Strike , drum . [ They march about the Stage , and Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes , to a Hall in Capulet's ...
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... fome meritorious Action , or by fome Penance undergone and Punishment fubmitted to . So , Romeo would here fay , if I have been profane in the rude Touch of my Hand , my Lips ftand ready , as two bluhing Pilgrims , to take off that ...
... fome meritorious Action , or by fome Penance undergone and Punishment fubmitted to . So , Romeo would here fay , if I have been profane in the rude Touch of my Hand , my Lips ftand ready , as two bluhing Pilgrims , to take off that ...
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againſt Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Capulet Clown Cyprus dead dear death Defdemona Denmark doft thou doth Duke Emil Enter ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Farewel father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould firft flain fleep fome Fortinbras foul fpeak Friar Lawrence ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword gentlemen give Hamlet hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honeft Horatio houfe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lago look Lord Madam Mantua marry Mercutio moft Moor moſt muft murder muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Ophelia Othello Perfon poifon Polonius pray Quarto Queen reafon reft Rodorigo Romeo SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thing thofe thou art to-night Tybalt uſe villain whofe wife William Shakespeare yourſelf
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Seite 32 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Seite 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Seite 210 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Seite 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Seite 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Seite 160 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Seite 66 - 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.
Seite 36 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.