Romeo and Juliet - Continued. Act ii. Sc. 2. At lover's perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. Act ii. Sc. 2. Act ii. Sc. 2. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Act ii. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 4. Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Act ii. Sc. 4, I am the very pink of courtesy. Act ii. Sc. 4. My man 's as true as steel. Act ii. Sc. 6. Act iii. Sc. 1. A plague o' both the houses ! Romeo and Juliet - Continued. Act iii. Sc. 1. Rom. Courage, man! the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door ; but 'tis enough. Act iii. Sc. 3. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Act iii. Sc. 5. Act iv. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. 1. Act v. Sc. 1. A beggarly account of empty boxes. Act v. Sc. 1. Act. v. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Act v. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! HAMLET. Act i. Sc. 1. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Act i. Sc. 1 graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Act i. Sc. 1. And then it started like a guilty thing Act i. Sc. 1. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad, The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time. Act i. Sc. 2. The head is not more native to the heart. Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 2. Hamlet - Continued. Act i. Sc. 2. a Act i. Sc. 2. O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! That it should come to this! Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother, Why, she would hang on him, Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month. Like Niobe, all tears. My father's brother; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Act i. Sc. 2. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Hamlet - Continued. Act i. Sc. 2. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 2. A countenance more In sorrow than in anger. Act i. Sc. 3. Act i. Sc. 3. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, . Neither a borrower nor a lender be, Act i. Sc. 3. Springes to catch woodcocks. |