The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen8 |
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From forth the fatal loins of these two foes , A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif - adventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The ( 1 ) Two boufebolds , & c .
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes , A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif - adventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The ( 1 ) Two boufebolds , & c .
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What , art thou drawn among these heartless hinds ? Turn thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy fword , Or manage it to part thefe men with me . Tyb . What drawn , and talk of peace ?
What , art thou drawn among these heartless hinds ? Turn thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy fword , Or manage it to part thefe men with me . Tyb . What drawn , and talk of peace ?
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When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains fuch falfhoods , then turn tears to fires And these , who , often drown'd , could never die ,. Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all - seeing Sun ...
When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains fuch falfhoods , then turn tears to fires And these , who , often drown'd , could never die ,. Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all - seeing Sun ...
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Befides , it exactly quad- rates with these lines : I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing but vain fantafie . Thefe dreams are begot upon fantafie , and Mab ...
Befides , it exactly quad- rates with these lines : I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing but vain fantafie . Thefe dreams are begot upon fantafie , and Mab ...
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... and put off these frowns , An ill - befeeming femblance for a feast . Tyb . It fits , when such a villain is a guest . Ì'll not endure him . Cap . He fhall be endur'd . my foul , What , goodman boy - I fay , he fhall .
... and put off these frowns , An ill - befeeming femblance for a feast . Tyb . It fits , when such a villain is a guest . Ì'll not endure him . Cap . He fhall be endur'd . my foul , What , goodman boy - I fay , he fhall .
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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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