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... matter . Get thee gone , And hire thofe horses ; I'll be with thee ftraight . [ Exit Balthafar . Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee to - night ; Let's fee for means- O mifchief ! thou art swift To enter in the thought of defperate men ...
... matter . Get thee gone , And hire thofe horses ; I'll be with thee ftraight . [ Exit Balthafar . Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee to - night ; Let's fee for means- O mifchief ! thou art swift To enter in the thought of defperate men ...
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... matter . Yes , by heav'n . O most pernicious woman ! Oh villain , villain , fmiling damned villain ! My tables , -meet it is , I fet it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I'm fure , it may be fo in ...
... matter . Yes , by heav'n . O most pernicious woman ! Oh villain , villain , fmiling damned villain ! My tables , -meet it is , I fet it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I'm fure , it may be fo in ...
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... as to women : 5in yourself . ] Hanmer reads , e'en yourself , and is fol lowed by Dr. Warburton ; but perhaps in yourself means , in your own perfon , not by fpies . SCENE Ś CENE II . Pol . Farewel . matter ? PRINCE OF DENMARK . 175.
... as to women : 5in yourself . ] Hanmer reads , e'en yourself , and is fol lowed by Dr. Warburton ; but perhaps in yourself means , in your own perfon , not by fpies . SCENE Ś CENE II . Pol . Farewel . matter ? PRINCE OF DENMARK . 175.
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William Shakespeare. Ś CENE II . Pol . Farewel . matter ? Enter Ophelia . How now , Ophelia , what's the Oph . Alas , my Lord , I have been so affrighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of heav'n ? Oph . My Lord , as I was fewing in my ...
William Shakespeare. Ś CENE II . Pol . Farewel . matter ? Enter Ophelia . How now , Ophelia , what's the Oph . Alas , my Lord , I have been so affrighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of heav'n ? Oph . My Lord , as I was fewing in my ...
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... matter , with lefs art , Pol . Madam , I fwear , I ufe no art at all.- That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true . A foolish figure , But farewel it ; for I will ufe no art . Mad let us grant ...
... matter , with lefs art , Pol . Madam , I fwear , I ufe no art at all.- That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true . A foolish figure , But farewel it ; for I will ufe no art . Mad let us grant ...
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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...