King Lear-Continued. Act iii. Sc. 4. But mice, and rats, and such small deer, Act iii. Sc. 4. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. Act iii. Sc. 6. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me. Act iv. Sc. 6. Ay, every inch a king. Act iv. Sc. 6. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. Act iv. Sc. 6. Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Act v. Sc. 3. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge us. Act v. Sc. 3. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman. ROMEO AND JULIET. Act i. Sc. 1. The weakest goes to the wall. Act i. Sc. 2. One fire burns out another's burning. One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Act i. Sc. 5. Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Act i. Sc. 5. Too early seen unknown, and known too late. Act ii. Sc. 2. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Act ii. Sc. 2. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Act ii. Sc. 2. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Act ii. Sc. 2. What's in a name? that which we call a rose Act ii. Sc. 2. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Romeo and Juliet-Continued. Act ii. Sc. 2. At lover's perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. Act ii. Sc. 2. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, Act ii. Sc. 2. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Act ii. Sc. 3. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. Act ii. Sc. 4. Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Act ii. Sc. 4. I am the very pink of courtesy. Act ii. Sc. 4. My man's as true as steel. Act ii. Sc. 6. Here comes the lady;— O, so light a foot Act iii. Sc. 1. A plague o' both the houses! Romeo and Juliet-Continued. Act iii. Sc. 1. Rom. Courage, man! the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough. Act iii. Sc. 3. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Aet iii. Sc. 5. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Act iv. Sc. 2. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Act v. Sc. 1. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Act v. Sc. 1. A beggarly account of empty boxes. Act v. Sc. 1. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Act. v. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, Act v. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! HAMLET. Act i. Sc. 1. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. 'Act i. Sc. 1 In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Act i. Sc. 1. And then it started like a guilty thing Act i. Sc. 1. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Act i. Sc. 2. The head is not more native to the heart. Act i. Sc. 2. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Act i. Sc. 2. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. |