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Two wo households , both alike in dignity , ( i ) 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 ...
Two wo households , both alike in dignity , ( i ) 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 ...
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... That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains iffuing from your veins ; On pain of torture , from those bloody hands Throw your mif - temper'd weapons to the ground , And hear the fentence of your moved Prince .
... That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains iffuing from your veins ; On pain of torture , from those bloody hands Throw your mif - temper'd weapons to the ground , And hear the fentence of your moved Prince .
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First , then , fhe is called Queen : which is very pertinent ; for that defigns her - power : then he is called the fairies midwife ; but what has that to do with the point in hand ? If we would think that Shakes peare wrote fenfe ...
First , then , fhe is called Queen : which is very pertinent ; for that defigns her - power : then he is called the fairies midwife ; but what has that to do with the point in hand ? If we would think that Shakes peare wrote fenfe ...
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... men's hands , and they unwash'd too , ' tis a foul thing . 1 Serv . Away with the joint - stools , remove the court- cup - board , look to the plate : good thou , fave me a piece of march - pane ; and , as thou loveft me , let the ...
... men's hands , and they unwash'd too , ' tis a foul thing . 1 Serv . Away with the joint - stools , remove the court- cup - board , look to the plate : good thou , fave me a piece of march - pane ; and , as thou loveft me , let the ...
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What lady's that , which doth enrich the hand , Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Athop's ear : Beauty ...
What lady's that , which doth enrich the hand , Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Athop's ear : Beauty ...
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Página 237 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Página 23 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 129 - 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 183 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Página 191 - 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?
Página 227 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 166 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Página 267 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Página 37 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Página 32 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen8 The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Editor | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 4 Ene. 2007 |
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