The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 14Jefferson Press, 1908 |
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... mother is her tombe , What is her burying grave , that is her wombe : And from her wombe children of divers kinde , We sucking on her naturall bosome finde : Many for many , vertues excellent : None but for some , and yet all different ...
... mother is her tombe , What is her burying grave , that is her wombe : And from her wombe children of divers kinde , We sucking on her naturall bosome finde : Many for many , vertues excellent : None but for some , and yet all different ...
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... mothers made . CAP . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , She ... mother as saying at the crisis of her fate , that she will complete her eighteenth year on the coming festival of ...
... mothers made . CAP . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , She ... mother as saying at the crisis of her fate , that she will complete her eighteenth year on the coming festival of ...
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... mother . JUL . Madam , I am here . What is your will ? LA . CAP . This is the matter . awhile , Nurse , give leave We must talk in secret : - nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me , thou's hear our counsel . Thou know'st my ...
... mother . JUL . Madam , I am here . What is your will ? LA . CAP . This is the matter . awhile , Nurse , give leave We must talk in secret : - nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me , thou's hear our counsel . Thou know'st my ...
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... mothers . By my count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . Thus then in brief ; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . NURSE . A man , young lady ! lady , such a man As all the world - why , he's a man ...
... mothers . By my count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . Thus then in brief ; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . NURSE . A man , young lady ! lady , such a man As all the world - why , he's a man ...
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... mother craves a word with you . ROM . What is her mother ? NURSE . Marry , bachelor , 110 Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous : I nursed her daughter , that you talk'd withal ; I tell you , he ...
... mother craves a word with you . ROM . What is her mother ? NURSE . Marry , bachelor , 110 Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous : I nursed her daughter , that you talk'd withal ; I tell you , he ...
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Page 47 - Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes 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.
Page 50 - Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 51 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love — Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Page 72 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore, love moderately ; long love doth so Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Page 33 - Tickling a parson's nose as a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : \ Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; 1 And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Page 47 - s in a name ? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet ; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title : — Romeo, doff thy name ; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Page 33 - O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream : Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Page 32 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love ; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies...
Page 39 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Page 47 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy; — Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand , nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet...