Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... weepe what it forsaw , In Hectors wrath . Cre . What was his cause of anger ? Man . The noise goe's this ; There is among the Greekes , A Lord of Trojan blood , Nephew to Hedor , They call him Ajax . Cre . Good ; and what of him ? Man ...
... weepe what it forsaw , In Hectors wrath . Cre . What was his cause of anger ? Man . The noise goe's this ; There is among the Greekes , A Lord of Trojan blood , Nephew to Hedor , They call him Ajax . Cre . Good ; and what of him ? Man ...
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... weepe seas , live in fire , eate rockes , tame Tygers ; thinking it harder for our Mistresse to devise imposition inough , then for us to undergoe any difficultie imposed . This is the monstruositie in love Lady , that the will is ...
... weepe seas , live in fire , eate rockes , tame Tygers ; thinking it harder for our Mistresse to devise imposition inough , then for us to undergoe any difficultie imposed . This is the monstruositie in love Lady , that the will is ...
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... weepe . Pan . Doe , doe . Cres . Teare my bright heire , and scratch my praised cheekes , Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs , and breake my heart With sounding Troylus . I will not goe from Troy . Exeunt Enter Paris , Troylus , Eneas ...
... weepe . Pan . Doe , doe . Cres . Teare my bright heire , and scratch my praised cheekes , Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs , and breake my heart With sounding Troylus . I will not goe from Troy . Exeunt Enter Paris , Troylus , Eneas ...
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... weepe out at Pandar's fall : Or if you cannot weepe , yet give some grones ; Though not for me , yet for your aking bones : Brethren and sisters of the hold - dore trade , Some two months hence , my will shall here be made : It should ...
... weepe out at Pandar's fall : Or if you cannot weepe , yet give some grones ; Though not for me , yet for your aking bones : Brethren and sisters of the hold - dore trade , Some two months hence , my will shall here be made : It should ...
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... weepe , and I could laugh , I am light , and heavie ; welcome : A Curse begin at very root on's heart , That is not glad to see thee . Yon are three , that Rome should dote on : Yet by the faith of men , we have Some old Crab - trees ...
... weepe , and I could laugh , I am light , and heavie ; welcome : A Curse begin at very root on's heart , That is not glad to see thee . Yon are three , that Rome should dote on : Yet by the faith of men , we have Some old Crab - trees ...
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Página 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Página 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Página 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Página 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Página 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Página 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Página 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Página 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Página 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Página 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother