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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... the nipple of my dug , and felt it bitter , pretty fool , to fee it teachy , and fall out with the dug . Shake , quoth the dove - houfe- -'twas no need , I trow , to bid me me trudge ; and fince that time it is eleven 18 ROMEO and JULIET .
... the nipple of my dug , and felt it bitter , pretty fool , to fee it teachy , and fall out with the dug . Shake , quoth the dove - houfe- -'twas no need , I trow , to bid me me trudge ; and fince that time it is eleven 18 ROMEO and JULIET .
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... fall upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit , wilt thou not Jule ? and by my holy dam , the pretty wretch left crying , and faid , ay ; To fee now , how a jeft fhall come about.- -I warrant , an ' I should live ...
... fall upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit , wilt thou not Jule ? and by my holy dam , the pretty wretch left crying , and faid , ay ; To fee now , how a jeft fhall come about.- -I warrant , an ' I should live ...
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... fall back to gaze on him ; When he beftrides the lazy - pacing clouds , And fails upon the bofom of the air . Jul . O Romeo , Romeo , wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father , and refuse thy name : Or , if thou wilt not , be but ...
... fall back to gaze on him ; When he beftrides the lazy - pacing clouds , And fails upon the bofom of the air . Jul . O Romeo , Romeo , wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father , and refuse thy name : Or , if thou wilt not , be but ...
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... fall , when there's no ftrength in men . Rom . Thou chidd'ft me oft for loving Rofaline . Fri. For doating , not for loving , pupil mine . Rom . And bad'ft me bury love . Fri. Not in a grave , To lay one in , another out to have . Rom ...
... fall , when there's no ftrength in men . Rom . Thou chidd'ft me oft for loving Rofaline . Fri. For doating , not for loving , pupil mine . Rom . And bad'ft me bury love . Fri. Not in a grave , To lay one in , another out to have . Rom ...
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... fall in twenty pieces . My back o ' th ' other fide - O my back , my back : Beshrew your heart , for fending me about To catch my death with jaunting up and down . Jul . I'faith , I am forry that thou art fo ill . Sweet , fweet , fweet ...
... fall in twenty pieces . My back o ' th ' other fide - O my back , my back : Beshrew your heart , for fending me about To catch my death with jaunting up and down . Jul . I'faith , I am forry that thou art fo ill . Sweet , fweet , fweet ...
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Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.