The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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... am fent to find thofe Perfons , whofe names are here writ ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ . I must to the Learned . time , In good Enter Enter Benvolio and Romeo . Ben . Tut , man ROMEO and JULIET . 15.
... am fent to find thofe Perfons , whofe names are here writ ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ . I must to the Learned . time , In good Enter Enter Benvolio and Romeo . Ben . Tut , man ROMEO and JULIET . 15.
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... never die , Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all - feeing Sun Ne'er faw her match , fince first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! tut ! you faw her fair , none else being by ; Her felf pois'd with ...
... never die , Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all - feeing Sun Ne'er faw her match , fince first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! tut ! you faw her fair , none else being by ; Her felf pois'd with ...
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... never faw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy : what ! dares the flave Come hither cover'd with an antick face , To fleer and scorn at our folemnity ? Now by the flock ...
... never faw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy : what ! dares the flave Come hither cover'd with an antick face , To fleer and scorn at our folemnity ? Now by the flock ...
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... never felt a wound- But , foft ! what light thro ' yonder window breaks ? It is the Eaft , and Juliet is the Sun ! [ Juliet appears above , at a window . Arife , fair Sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already fick and pale with ...
... never felt a wound- But , foft ! what light thro ' yonder window breaks ? It is the Eaft , and Juliet is the Sun ! [ Juliet appears above , at a window . Arife , fair Sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already fick and pale with ...
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... never will be Romeo . Jul . What man art thou , that thus , befcreen'd in night , So ftumbleft on my counsel ? Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear Saint , is hateful to my felf , Because it is an enemy ...
... never will be Romeo . Jul . What man art thou , that thus , befcreen'd in night , So ftumbleft on my counsel ? Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear Saint , is hateful to my felf , Because it is an enemy ...
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Seite 191 - How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Seite 212 - I loved Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum.
Seite 114 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Seite 119 - Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but being in, Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee.
Seite 172 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 153 - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Seite 161 - ... 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 24 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
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 246 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart...