Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. AppendixesC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Strana 14
... heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . Rom . 5 Why , fuch is love's tranfgreffion.- Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have them prest With more of thine : this love , that thou ...
... heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . Rom . 5 Why , fuch is love's tranfgreffion.- Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have them prest With more of thine : this love , that thou ...
Strana 17
... heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; An fhe agree , within her fcope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old - accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ...
... heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; An fhe agree , within her fcope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old - accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ...
Strana 28
... heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grand - fire phrafe ; Mer . You are ... heart , & c . ] Middleton has borrowed this thought in his play of Blurt Mafter Constable , 1602 . bid him , whofe ...
... heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grand - fire phrafe ; Mer . You are ... heart , & c . ] Middleton has borrowed this thought in his play of Blurt Mafter Constable , 1602 . bid him , whofe ...
Strana 29
... heart already . Mercutio catches at the word done , and quibbles with it , as if Romeo had faid , The ladies indeed are fair , but I am dun , i . e . of a dark complexion . And fo replies , Tut ! dun's the moufe ; a proverbial ...
... heart already . Mercutio catches at the word done , and quibbles with it , as if Romeo had faid , The ladies indeed are fair , but I am dun , i . e . of a dark complexion . And fo replies , Tut ! dun's the moufe ; a proverbial ...
Strana 38
... heart love ' till now ? forfwear it , fight ; I 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 bither cover'd with an antick face ...
... heart love ' till now ? forfwear it , fight ; I 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 bither cover'd with an antick face ...
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againſt allufion anſwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio called Capulet caufe Clown death Defdemona doft doth edition Emil Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame father fatirical fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies fince firft flain fleep folio fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heaven himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago itſelf JOHNSON Juliet king lady Laer Laertes laft lefs lord means Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe obferved occafion old quarto Ophelia Othello paffage paffion perfon phrafe play poet Polonius POPE prefent purpoſe quarto quarto reads Queen reafon Romeo Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe tranflation Tybalt ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe wife word
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Strana 265 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment...
Strana 214 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Strana 35 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Strana 227 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Strana 32 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Strana 91 - 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...
Strana 470 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Strana 241 - ... 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.
Strana 170 - Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tried Grapple them...
Strana 376 - 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 That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...