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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... theyr new smitten hearts had fed on louing gleames , Whilst , passing too and fro theyr eyes , y - mingled were theyr beames , Eche of these louers gan by others lookes to knowe , That frendship in their brest had roote , and both would ...
... theyr new smitten hearts had fed on louing gleames , Whilst , passing too and fro theyr eyes , y - mingled were theyr beames , Eche of these louers gan by others lookes to knowe , That frendship in their brest had roote , and both would ...
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... theyr hand doe beare two toorches light before ? And then , as eche of them had of his houshold name , So she him namde . - Yet once agayne the yong and wyly dame : — " And tell me who is he with vysor in his hand , That yender doth in ...
... theyr hand doe beare two toorches light before ? And then , as eche of them had of his houshold name , So she him namde . - Yet once agayne the yong and wyly dame : — " And tell me who is he with vysor in his hand , That yender doth in ...
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... theyr honor into shame , that did so slightly trust . What , was not Dido so , a crouned queene , defamd ? And eke , for such an heynous cryme , haue men not Theseus blamd ? A thousand stories more , to teache me to beware , In Boccace ...
... theyr honor into shame , that did so slightly trust . What , was not Dido so , a crouned queene , defamd ? And eke , for such an heynous cryme , haue men not Theseus blamd ? A thousand stories more , to teache me to beware , In Boccace ...
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... theyr secret loue bewraye , He doth keepe backe his forward foote from passing there by daye ; But when on earth the Night her mantel blacke hath spred , Well - armd he walketh foorth alone , ne dreadfull foes doth dred , Whom maketh ...
... theyr secret loue bewraye , He doth keepe backe his forward foote from passing there by daye ; But when on earth the Night her mantel blacke hath spred , Well - armd he walketh foorth alone , ne dreadfull foes doth dred , Whom maketh ...
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... theyr bending mynde do moue . As well the father might haue counseld him to stay That from a mountaines top thrown downe is falling halfe the way , As warne his frend to stop amyd his race begonne , Whom Cupid with his smarting whip ...
... theyr bending mynde do moue . As well the father might haue counseld him to stay That from a mountaines top thrown downe is falling halfe the way , As warne his frend to stop amyd his race begonne , Whom Cupid with his smarting whip ...
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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.