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Sam . Well , Sir . Greg . Say , better . kinfmen . my Sam . Yes , better , Sir . Abr . Youlye . thumb at you , Sir Enter Benvolio . Here comes one of my master's Sam , Draw , if you be men . Gregory , remember thy fwashing blow .
Sam . Well , Sir . Greg . Say , better . kinfmen . my Sam . Yes , better , Sir . Abr . Youlye . thumb at you , Sir Enter Benvolio . Here comes one of my master's Sam , Draw , if you be men . Gregory , remember thy fwashing blow .
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10 195 982 CA Enter three or four citizens with clubs , 4 : 3 Cit . Clubs , bills , and partifans ! ftrike ! beat them down ! Down with the Capulets , down with the Montagues ! Tat Enter old Capulet in his gown , and lady Capulet .
10 195 982 CA Enter three or four citizens with clubs , 4 : 3 Cit . Clubs , bills , and partifans ! ftrike ! beat them down ! Down with the Capulets , down with the Montagues ! Tat Enter old Capulet in his gown , and lady Capulet .
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Enter Lady Capulet and Nurfe . La . Cap . NURSE , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurfe . Now ( by my maiden - head , at twelve Years old ) let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against fome I bade her come ; what , lamb ...
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurfe . La . Cap . NURSE , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurfe . Now ( by my maiden - head , at twelve Years old ) let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against fome I bade her come ; what , lamb ...
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Enter Juliet . ful . How now , who calls ? Nurfe . Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is you will ? La . Cap . This is the matter- -Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in fecret - Nurfe , come back again , I have ...
Enter Juliet . ful . How now , who calls ? Nurfe . Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is you will ? La . Cap . This is the matter- -Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in fecret - Nurfe , come back again , I have ...
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Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests are come , fupper ferv'd up , you call'd , my young lady afk'd for , the nurse curft in the pantry , and every thing in extremity . I muft hence to wait ; I befeech you , follow ftrait . La .
Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests are come , fupper ferv'd up , you call'd , my young lady afk'd for , the nurse curft in the pantry , and every thing in extremity . I muft hence to wait ; I befeech you , follow ftrait . La .
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Página 202 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit/ and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Página 240 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
Página 255 - 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 27 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger 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 230 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 165 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Página 29 - I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels...
Página 344 - My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Página 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 469 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The plays of william shakespeare. |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Publicado | 1765 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 19 Oct. 2007 |
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