The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 6R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... beget quarrels ! " The Dead Term , 1608. MALONE . These speeches are thus given in quarto A : " 1. lle tell thee what Ile do ; as I go by , Ile bite my thumb , ABR . Do you bite your thumb at us , 10 ACT I. ROMEO AND JULIET .
... beget quarrels ! " The Dead Term , 1608. MALONE . These speeches are thus given in quarto A : " 1. lle tell thee what Ile do ; as I go by , Ile bite my thumb , ABR . Do you bite your thumb at us , 10 ACT I. ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... dead , that live to tell it now . BEN . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . ROM . O , teach me how I should forget to think . BEN . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . ROM . " Tis the way To call hers ...
... dead , that live to tell it now . BEN . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . ROM . O , teach me how I should forget to think . BEN . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . ROM . " Tis the way To call hers ...
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... dead I hold it not a sin . 1 CAP . Why , how now kinsman ? wherefore storm you so ? TYB . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To scorn * at our solemnity this night . 1 CAP . Young Romeo is ...
... dead I hold it not a sin . 1 CAP . Why , how now kinsman ? wherefore storm you so ? TYB . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To scorn * at our solemnity this night . 1 CAP . Young Romeo is ...
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... dead , and I must conjure him .- ( ) I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead , and her scarlet lip , By her fine foot , straight leg , and quivering thigh , And the demesnes that there adjacent lie , general ...
... dead , and I must conjure him .- ( ) I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead , and her scarlet lip , By her fine foot , straight leg , and quivering thigh , And the demesnes that there adjacent lie , general ...
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... dead ! stabbed with a white wench's black eye ; shot tho- rough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt - shaft 3 ; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? * Quarto A , Why , what's ...
... dead ! stabbed with a white wench's black eye ; shot tho- rough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt - shaft 3 ; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? * Quarto A , Why , what's ...
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Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Benvolio better BOSWELL brest called Capulet daughter dead death dost doth DUKE edition editors emendation Enter Exeunt eyes fair father fear fool Fortune Friar fryer give gleek greefe hand hart hath heart heaven JOHNSON King Henry kiss lady live lord Love's Labour's Lost lovers lyfe MALONE Mantua married means Mercutio Montague musick mynde night nurce NURSE old copy Orlando Paris passage payne Phebe play poem poet Pope pray prince quarto quintain quoth Rape of Lucrece Romeo Romeus and Juliet Rosalind scene second folio Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak speech STEEVENS stryfe sweet tears tell thee theyr thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought tomb TOUCH Tybalt unto Verona WARBURTON wilt word wyfe youth
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Strana 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 52 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
Strana 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Strana 242 - O ! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Strana 77 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Strana 84 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Strana 78 - O ! speak again, bright angel ; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Strana 161 - 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 56 - 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...
Strana 409 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then the lover, • Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...