The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Pagina 11
... Should , in the fartheft east , begin to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed ; Away from light fteals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes him ...
... Should , in the fartheft east , begin to draw The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed ; Away from light fteals home my heavy fon , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes him ...
Pagina 12
... Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom . Alas , that love , whofe view is muffled ftill , Should without eyes fee path - ways to his will ! Where fhall we dine ? -O me ! -What fray was here ? Sure , Or dedicate bis Beauty to ...
... Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof ! Rom . Alas , that love , whofe view is muffled ftill , Should without eyes fee path - ways to his will ! Where fhall we dine ? -O me ! -What fray was here ? Sure , Or dedicate bis Beauty to ...
Pagina 14
... should forget to think . " Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers ( exquifite ) in queftion more ; Thofe happy masks , that kifs fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in ...
... should forget to think . " Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties . Rom . ' Tis the way To call hers ( exquifite ) in queftion more ; Thofe happy masks , that kifs fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in ...
Pagina 16
... should they come ? Serv . Up . Rom . Whitber ? to Supper ? Serv . To our Houfe . ] Romeo had read over the Lift of invited Guefts ; but he must be a Prophet , to know they were invited to Supper . This comes much more aptly from the ...
... should they come ? Serv . Up . Rom . Whitber ? to Supper ? Serv . To our Houfe . ] Romeo had read over the Lift of invited Guefts ; but he must be a Prophet , to know they were invited to Supper . This comes much more aptly from the ...
Pagina 17
... should have afkt you that before . Serv . Now I'll tell you without asking . My mafter is the great rich Capulet , and if you be not of the houfe of Montagues , I pray , come and crufh a cup of wine . Reft you merry . Ben . At this fame ...
... should have afkt you that before . Serv . Now I'll tell you without asking . My mafter is the great rich Capulet , and if you be not of the houfe of Montagues , I pray , come and crufh a cup of wine . Reft you merry . Ben . At this fame ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., Volume 8 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1740 |
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Pagina 32 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
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 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Pagina 210 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pagina 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Pagina 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Pagina 160 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pagina 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pagina 66 - 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.
Pagina 36 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.