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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... thought all for the best . MER . Help me into fome houfe , Benvolio , Or I fhall faint . A plague on both your houses ? They have made worm's meat of me . I have it , and foundly too . Plague o ' your houses ! [ Exeunt Mercutio and ...
... thought all for the best . MER . Help me into fome houfe , Benvolio , Or I fhall faint . A plague on both your houses ? They have made worm's meat of me . I have it , and foundly too . Plague o ' your houses ! [ Exeunt Mercutio and ...
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... thought it , Romeo ? JUL . What devil art thou , that doft torment me thus ? This torture should be roar'd in difmal hell . Hath Romeo flain himfelf ? fay thou but , I ; And that bare vowel , I , fhall poifon more Than the death ...
... thought it , Romeo ? JUL . What devil art thou , that doft torment me thus ? This torture should be roar'd in difmal hell . Hath Romeo flain himfelf ? fay thou but , I ; And that bare vowel , I , fhall poifon more Than the death ...
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... thought thy difpofition better temper'd . Haft thou flain Tybalt ? Wilt thou flay thyself ? And flay thy lady , that in thy life lives , By doing damned hate upon thyfelf ? Why rail'ft thou on thy birth , the heav'n , and earth , Since ...
... thought thy difpofition better temper'd . Haft thou flain Tybalt ? Wilt thou flay thyself ? And flay thy lady , that in thy life lives , By doing damned hate upon thyfelf ? Why rail'ft thou on thy birth , the heav'n , and earth , Since ...
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... thought we held him carelesly , Being our kinfman , if we revel much ; Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends , And there's an end . But what fay you to Thursday ? PAR . My lord , I would that Thursday were to - morrow . CAP ...
... thought we held him carelesly , Being our kinfman , if we revel much ; Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends , And there's an end . But what fay you to Thursday ? PAR . My lord , I would that Thursday were to - morrow . CAP ...
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... thought us bleft , That God hath fent us but this only child ; But now I fee this one is one too much , And that we have a curfe in having her : Out on her , hilding !. NUR . God in heav'n blefs her ! You are to blame , my lord , to ...
... thought us bleft , That God hath fent us but this only child ; But now I fee this one is one too much , And that we have a curfe in having her : Out on her , hilding !. NUR . God in heav'n blefs her ! You are to blame , my lord , to ...
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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...