The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volume 20J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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... cause procures her hither ? 8 Enter Lady Capulet . LA . CAP . Why , how now , Juliet ? JUL . Madam , I am not well . LA . CAP . Evermore weeping for your cousin's death ? 9 That is renown'd for faith ? ] This Romeo , so renown'd for ...
... cause procures her hither ? 8 Enter Lady Capulet . LA . CAP . Why , how now , Juliet ? JUL . Madam , I am not well . LA . CAP . Evermore weeping for your cousin's death ? 9 That is renown'd for faith ? ] This Romeo , so renown'd for ...
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... cause , and ne'er been sick . LA . CAP . Ay , you have been a mouse - hunt in your time ; The curfew bell was rung at nine in the evening , as appears from a passage in The Merry Devil of Edmonton , 1608 : well ' tis nine o'clock ...
... cause , and ne'er been sick . LA . CAP . Ay , you have been a mouse - hunt in your time ; The curfew bell was rung at nine in the evening , as appears from a passage in The Merry Devil of Edmonton , 1608 : well ' tis nine o'clock ...
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... as sufficient could be offered for this Watchman's quibble between ground , the earth , and ground , the fundamental cause . STEEVENS . Enter CAPULET , Lady CAPULET , and Others . CAP SC . 111 . 255 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... as sufficient could be offered for this Watchman's quibble between ground , the earth , and ground , the fundamental cause . STEEVENS . Enter CAPULET , Lady CAPULET , and Others . CAP SC . 111 . 255 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... cause of all theyr ruthe ? Thy dedly foes do laugh to skorne thy yll - employed youth . Wherefore my counsell is , that thou henceforth beginne To knowe and flye the errour which to long thou liuedst in . Remoue the veale of loue that ...
... cause of all theyr ruthe ? Thy dedly foes do laugh to skorne thy yll - employed youth . Wherefore my counsell is , that thou henceforth beginne To knowe and flye the errour which to long thou liuedst in . Remoue the veale of loue that ...
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... cause I do not knowe : Perhaps toffend theyr gestes the courteous knights are loth ; Perhaps they stay from sharpe reuenge , dreadyng the princes wroth ; Perhaps for that they shamd to exercise theyr rage Within their house , gainst one ...
... cause I do not knowe : Perhaps toffend theyr gestes the courteous knights are loth ; Perhaps they stay from sharpe reuenge , dreadyng the princes wroth ; Perhaps for that they shamd to exercise theyr rage Within their house , gainst one ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., Volume 20 William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1813 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., Volume 20 William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1813 |
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agayne ancient copies Antipholus art thou beauty Ben Jonson Benvolio brest called Capulet comedy dead death dedly dost doth Dromio DUKE earth eche edition editors emendation Enter Ephesus Euen euery Exeunt eyes fair frendes Friar fryer geue gleek greefe hand hart hath haue hear heart heaven hence howre husband JOHNSON kiss lady lord loue Love's Labour's Lost lyfe MALONE Mantua married master means Mercutio mistress Montague mynde night nurce NURSE old copy Paris passage payd payne play poem Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece rest Romeo Romeus and Juliet scene second folio Shakspeare sorow speak speech STEEVENS stryfe sweet teares tell thee theyr thine thou art thou hast thought tomb Tybalt Verona vnto WARBURTON wherefore whilst wife wilt woordes word wyfe yong
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Página 96 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Página 84 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 56 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 82 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Página 5 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Página 56 - She is the fairies' midwife ;" and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies" Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 91 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Página 91 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Página 171 - 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 83 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night.