The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Svazek 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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Strana 11
... to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed ; Away from light fteals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes him felf an artificial night . Black and ...
... to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed ; Away from light fteals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes him felf an artificial night . Black and ...
Strana 15
... the hopeful lady of my earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her fcope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old ...
... the hopeful lady of my earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her fcope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old ...
Strana 18
... to Capulet's Houfe . Enter Lady Capulet , and Nurse . La . Cap . Urfe , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me ... in the year , come Lammas - eve at night , fhall fhe be fourteen . Sufan and the ( God reft all chriftian fouls ...
... to Capulet's Houfe . Enter Lady Capulet , and Nurse . La . Cap . Urfe , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me ... in the year , come Lammas - eve at night , fhall fhe be fourteen . Sufan and the ( God reft all chriftian fouls ...
Strana 20
... night you shall behold him at our feast ; Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there ... in the margent of his eyes . This precious book of love , this unbound lover , To beautify him only lacks a cover ...
... night you shall behold him at our feast ; Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there ... in the margent of his eyes . This precious book of love , this unbound lover , To beautify him only lacks a cover ...
Strana 22
... to his legs . Rom . A torch for me . Let wantons , light of heart , Tickle ... night . Mer . And fo did I. Rom . Well ; what was yours ? Mer . That ... the fancy's mid - wife , and 22 ROMEO and JULIET .
... to his legs . Rom . A torch for me . Let wantons , light of heart , Tickle ... night . Mer . And fo did I. Rom . Well ; what was yours ? Mer . That ... the fancy's mid - wife , and 22 ROMEO and JULIET .
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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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Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.