Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... hands , -has arisen a splendid character decked out with the utmost profusion of wit . Not to mention a number of nicer deviations , we find also some important inci- dents from the invention ; for instance , the meeting and the combat ...
... hands , -has arisen a splendid character decked out with the utmost profusion of wit . Not to mention a number of nicer deviations , we find also some important inci- dents from the invention ; for instance , the meeting and the combat ...
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... hands Throw your mistemper'd9 weapons to the ground , And hear the sentence of your moved prince . Three civil brawls , bred of an airy word , By thee , old Capulet and Montague , Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; And ...
... hands Throw your mistemper'd9 weapons to the ground , And hear the sentence of your moved prince . Three civil brawls , bred of an airy word , By thee , old Capulet and Montague , Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; And ...
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... hands , though ne'er so near the fire he did them hold . ' Hence the poet makes him little sensible to the passion of love , anda jester at wounds which he never felt . ' 2 In King Henry VIII . where the king introduces himself at the ...
... hands , though ne'er so near the fire he did them hold . ' Hence the poet makes him little sensible to the passion of love , anda jester at wounds which he never felt . ' 2 In King Henry VIII . where the king introduces himself at the ...
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... hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . O , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! It seems she9 hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! 7 ...
... hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . O , she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! It seems she9 hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! 7 ...
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... hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it , sight ! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night . Tyb . This , by his voice , should be a Montague : - Fetch me my rapier , boy : -What ! dares the slave Come hither , cover'd with ...
... hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it , sight ! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night . Tyb . This , by his voice , should be a Montague : - Fetch me my rapier , boy : -What ! dares the slave Come hither , cover'd with ...
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¹¹ ancient Benvolio Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona devil dost doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads friar gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona Ghost give grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honest Horatio i'the Iago Juliet Julius Cæsar King Lear lady Laer Laertes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Madam madness Malone married means Measure for Measure Mercutio Michael Cassio mother murder never night Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello passage play players poet POLONIUS pray quarto of 1603 quarto reads Queen Rape of Lucrece Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain word
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Página 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Página 288 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do ; ' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Página 50 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 245 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: Pray you, avoid it.
Página 170 - 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.
Página 248 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Página 243 - Nor do not sa.w the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Página 322 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 447 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 339 - What I have done That might your nature, honour, and exception Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't 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.