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... dear hap to tell . SCENE III . - Friar Laurence's Cell . Enter Friar LAURENCE , with a basket . [ Exit . Fri. The grey - ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night , Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light ; And flecked a ...
... dear hap to tell . SCENE III . - Friar Laurence's Cell . Enter Friar LAURENCE , with a basket . [ Exit . Fri. The grey - ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night , Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light ; And flecked a ...
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... dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet : As mine on hers , so hers is set on mine ; And all combin'd , save what thou must combine By holy marriage : When , and where , and how , We met , we woo'd , and made exchange of ...
... dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet : As mine on hers , so hers is set on mine ; And all combin'd , save what thou must combine By holy marriage : When , and where , and how , We met , we woo'd , and made exchange of ...
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... dear nurse ? Nurse . Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear say Two may keep counsel , putting one away ? Rom . I warrant thee ; my man's as true as steel . Nurse . Well , sir ; my mistress is the sweetest lady -Lord , lord ! -when ' t ...
... dear nurse ? Nurse . Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear say Two may keep counsel , putting one away ? Rom . I warrant thee ; my man's as true as steel . Nurse . Well , sir ; my mistress is the sweetest lady -Lord , lord ! -when ' t ...
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... Your love says like an honest gentleman , — Where is your mother ? Nurse . O , God's lady dear ! Are you so hot ? Marry , come up , I trow ; Is this the poultice for my aching bones ? Henceforward N 2 SCENE V. ] 167 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... Your love says like an honest gentleman , — Where is your mother ? Nurse . O , God's lady dear ! Are you so hot ? Marry , come up , I trow ; Is this the poultice for my aching bones ? Henceforward N 2 SCENE V. ] 167 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... dear encounter . Jul . Conceit , more rich in matter than in words , Brags of his substance , not of ornament : They are but beggars that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to such excess , I cannot sum up half my sum of ...
... dear encounter . Jul . Conceit , more rich in matter than in words , Brags of his substance , not of ornament : They are but beggars that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to such excess , I cannot sum up half my sum of ...
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Appears art thou bear BENVOLIO bless CAPULET cardinal CARDINAL WOLSEY Cham Cran Crom dead dear death dost doth duke earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE Gent gentleman Ghost give grace grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven holy honour Horatio Juliet Kath king king's lady Laer Laertes leave live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam Mantua marriage married Mercutio Montague mother never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia peace play players POLONIUS pray prince Queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE SIR THOMAS LOVELL sleep soul speak sweet sword tell thank thee There's thine thou art thou hast thou wilt to-night tongue Tybalt vex'd villain weep WOLSEY word
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Seite 287 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Seite 351 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Seite 336 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed 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...
Seite 316 - 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 154 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Seite 238 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : these, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play ; But I have that within, which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Seite 288 - ... 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.
Seite 298 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Seite 337 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Seite 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let 's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...