The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Том 12 |
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Сторінка 383
... tell me not , for I have heard it all . Here's much to do with hate , but more with love . [ Striking his breast , Why then , O brawling love ! O loving hate ! Oh , any thing of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness ! serious vanity ...
... tell me not , for I have heard it all . Here's much to do with hate , but more with love . [ Striking his breast , Why then , O brawling love ! O loving hate ! Oh , any thing of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness ! serious vanity ...
Сторінка 384
... Tell me in sadness who she is you love ? Roм . 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 fadness ...
... Tell me in sadness who she is you love ? Roм . 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 fadness ...
Сторінка 385
... 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 her's exquifite in question ...
... 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 her's exquifite in question ...
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... 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 . BEN . At this fame ancient feaft of Capulet's Sups the fair Rofaline ...
... 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 . BEN . At this fame ancient feaft of Capulet's Sups the fair Rofaline ...
Сторінка 389
... tell her age unto an hour . LA . CAP . She's not fourteen . NUR . 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 it now to Lammas - tide ? LA . CAP . A fortnight and ...
... tell her age unto an hour . LA . CAP . She's not fourteen . NUR . 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 it now to Lammas - tide ? LA . CAP . A fortnight and ...
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againſt anſwer beauty becauſe Benvolio beſt Brabantio Caffio Capulet cauſe dead death defire Desdemona doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair fame father fatire fear feems fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fignifies fince flain fleep fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heaven himſelf houſe huſband IAGO Ibid itſelf JOHNS Juliet KING lady LAER Laertes look lord Mercutio miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night nurſe Othello paffage paffion play pleaſure Polonius POPE praiſe prefent purpoſe quarto QUEEN reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay SCENE ſeems Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thought Tybalt uſe WARB whofe whoſe wife word yourſelf
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Сторінка 402 - Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Сторінка 474 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Сторінка 538 - tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above: There is no shuffling; there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Сторінка 396 - Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night ( Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Сторінка 475 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Сторінка 103 - In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Сторінка 524 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Сторінка 586 - Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not ; Hamlet denies it. Who does it, then ? His madness. If t be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Сторінка 585 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Сторінка 542 - Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband. — Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor...