The Plays, Volumen10Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it else ? a madness most ...
... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a sea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it else ? a madness most ...
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... doth her beauty serve * , but as a note Where I may read , who pass'd that passing fair ? Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . [ Exeunt , SCENE II . A street . Enter Capulet ...
... doth her beauty serve * , but as a note Where I may read , who pass'd that passing fair ? Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . [ Exeunt , SCENE II . A street . Enter Capulet ...
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... doth share the glory , * Favour . + Well made , as if he had been modelled in wax . The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin . § i , e . Is not yet caught , whose skin was wanted to bind him . That in gold clasps ...
... doth share the glory , * Favour . + Well made , as if he had been modelled in wax . The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin . § i , e . Is not yet caught , whose skin was wanted to bind him . That in gold clasps ...
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... doth possess , By having him , making yourself no less . Nurse . No less ? nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move : But no more deep ...
... doth possess , By having him , making yourself no less . Nurse . No less ? nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move : But no more deep ...
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... doth quote ‡ deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows , shall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the ...
... doth quote ‡ deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows , shall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no sooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the ...
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art thou Benvolio beseech blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar Laurence gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King kiss lady Lady Capulet Laer Laertes lago live look lord madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play Polonius pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife
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Página 30 - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven 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 --
Página 34 - Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
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 ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Página 159 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 21 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger 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 31 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 163 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Página 123 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Página 174 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my 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.