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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Pagina 12
... ; Or dedicate his Beauty to the Sun. Or , according to the more obfolete Spelling , Sunne ; which brings it nearer to the Traces of the corrupted Text , Yet Yet tell me not , for I have heard it 12 ROMEO and JULIET .
... ; Or dedicate his Beauty to the Sun. Or , according to the more obfolete Spelling , Sunne ; which brings it nearer to the Traces of the corrupted Text , Yet Yet tell me not , for I have heard it 12 ROMEO and JULIET .
Pagina 13
... Tell me in fadness , who fhe is you love ? Rom . What , fhall I groan and tell thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; but fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in fadness make his will ? O word , ill urg'd to one that is fo ill ! In ...
... Tell me in fadness , who fhe is you love ? Rom . What , fhall I groan and tell thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; but fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in fadness make his will ? O word , ill urg'd to one that is fo ill ! In ...
Pagina 14
... tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I fhould forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other Beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers ( exquifite ) in ...
... tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I fhould forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other Beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers ( exquifite ) in ...
Pagina 17
... tell you without asking . My mafter is the great rich Capulet , and if you be not of the House of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine . Reft you merry . [ Exit . Ben . At this fame antient Feaft of Capulet's Sups the fair ...
... tell you without asking . My mafter is the great rich Capulet , and if you be not of the House of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine . Reft you merry . [ Exit . Ben . At this fame antient Feaft of Capulet's Sups the fair ...
Pagina 18
... tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) fhe's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lammas - tide ? La . Cap . A ...
... tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) fhe's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lammas - tide ? La . Cap . A ...
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Pagina 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!
Pagina 212 - I loved Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...