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Pagina 73
Some word there was , worfer than Tybalt's death , That murder'd me ; I would
forget it , fain ; But , oh ! it presses to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to
sinners ' minds . Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished ! That banished , that one
...
Some word there was , worfer than Tybalt's death , That murder'd me ; I would
forget it , fain ; But , oh ! it presses to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to
sinners ' minds . Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished ! That banished , that one
...
Pagina 75
A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips , Not body's death , but body's
banishment . Rom . Ha , banishment ! be merciful , say , death ; For exile hath
more terror in his look , Much more than death . Do not say , banishment . Fri.
Here from ...
A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips , Not body's death , but body's
banishment . Rom . Ha , banishment ! be merciful , say , death ; For exile hath
more terror in his look , Much more than death . Do not say , banishment . Fri.
Here from ...
Pagina 103
Death , that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail , Ties up my Tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter Friar Lawrence , and Paris with Musicians . Fri. Come , is
the bride ready to go to church ? Cap . Ready to go , but never to return .
Death , that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail , Ties up my Tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter Friar Lawrence , and Paris with Musicians . Fri. Come , is
the bride ready to go to church ? Cap . Ready to go , but never to return .
Pagina 116
Death , lie thou there , by a dead man interr'd . [ Laying Paris in the Monument .
How oft , when Men are at the point of death , Have they been merry ? which their
Keepers call A Lightning before Death . So , how may ! Call this a Lightning !
Death , lie thou there , by a dead man interr'd . [ Laying Paris in the Monument .
How oft , when Men are at the point of death , Have they been merry ? which their
Keepers call A Lightning before Death . So , how may ! Call this a Lightning !
Pagina 269
Let the King have the letters I have sent , and repair thou to me with as much
baste as thou wouldest fly death . I have words to speak in thy ear , will make
thee dumb ; yet are they much too light ? for the bore of the matter . These good
fellows ...
Let the King have the letters I have sent , and repair thou to me with as much
baste as thou wouldest fly death . I have words to speak in thy ear , will make
thee dumb ; yet are they much too light ? for the bore of the matter . These good
fellows ...
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Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 8 The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Uitgever | J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 28 dec 2006 |
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