The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volumen7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... woman . Ben . I aim'd fo near , when I fuppos'd you lov'd . Rom . A right good marksman ! —And he's fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is foonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you mifs : fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's ...
... woman . Ben . I aim'd fo near , when I fuppos'd you lov'd . Rom . A right good marksman ! —And he's fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is foonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you mifs : fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's ...
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... woman . Rom . What wilt thou tell her , nurfe ? thou doft not mark me . Nurfe . I will tell her , fir , that you do protest ; which , as I take it , is a gentleman - like offer . Rom . Bid her devife fome means to come to shrift This ...
... woman . Rom . What wilt thou tell her , nurfe ? thou doft not mark me . Nurfe . I will tell her , fir , that you do protest ; which , as I take it , is a gentleman - like offer . Rom . Bid her devife fome means to come to shrift This ...
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... woman , in a feeming maǹ ! Or ill befeeming beaft , in feeming both ! Thou haft amaz'd me : by my holy order , I thought thy difpofition better temper'd . Haft thou flain Tybalt ? wilt thou flay thyself ? And flay thy lady too that ...
... woman , in a feeming maǹ ! Or ill befeeming beaft , in feeming both ! Thou haft amaz'd me : by my holy order , I thought thy difpofition better temper'd . Haft thou flain Tybalt ? wilt thou flay thyself ? And flay thy lady too that ...
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... woman's mood ; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ? Hot . Why , look you , I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods , Nettled , and ftung with pifmires , when I hear Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time , -What ...
... woman's mood ; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ? Hot . Why , look you , I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods , Nettled , and ftung with pifmires , when I hear Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time , -What ...
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... woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden sleep ? Why doft thou bend thine eyes upon the earth ; And start so often when thou fitt'ft alone ? Why hast thou ...
... woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach , pleasure , and thy golden sleep ? Why doft thou bend thine eyes upon the earth ; And start so often when thou fitt'ft alone ? Why hast thou ...
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Página 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Página 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Página 67 - 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...
Página 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Página 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Página 21 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Página 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...