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Page 42
Thou hatt most kindly hit it , Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am
the very pink of courtefy . Rom . Pink for flower.Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is
my pump well flower'd . Mer . Sure wit- follow me this jest , now , tilt thou haft worn
...
Thou hatt most kindly hit it , Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am
the very pink of courtefy . Rom . Pink for flower.Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is
my pump well flower'd . Mer . Sure wit- follow me this jest , now , tilt thou haft worn
...
Page 83
Most miserable hour , that Time e'er saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage ! But
one , poor one , one poor and loving child , But one thing to rejoice and folace in ,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight : Nurse . O woe ! oh woful , woful ...
Most miserable hour , that Time e'er saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage ! But
one , poor one , one poor and loving child , But one thing to rejoice and folace in ,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight : Nurse . O woe ! oh woful , woful ...
Page 112
It shews a will most incorrect to heav'n , A heart unfortify'd , a mind impatient , An
understanding simple , and unschoold : For , what we know must be , and is as
common As any the most vulgar thing to sense , Why should we , in our peevith ...
It shews a will most incorrect to heav'n , A heart unfortify'd , a mind impatient , An
understanding simple , and unschoold : For , what we know must be , and is as
common As any the most vulgar thing to sense , Why should we , in our peevith ...
Page 147
Thine evermore , most dear Lady , whilf ( this Machine is to him , Hamlet . This in
obedience hath my daughter shewn me : And , more above , hath his follicitings ,
As they fell out by time , by means , and place , All given to mine ear . King .
Thine evermore , most dear Lady , whilf ( this Machine is to him , Hamlet . This in
obedience hath my daughter shewn me : And , more above , hath his follicitings ,
As they fell out by time , by means , and place , All given to mine ear . King .
Page 256
Most grave Brabantio , In fimple and pure soul , I come to you . lagi . Zounds ! Sir ,
you are one of those that will not serve God , if the Devil bid you . Because we
come to do you service , you think we are ruffians ; you'll have your daughter ...
Most grave Brabantio , In fimple and pure soul , I come to you . lagi . Zounds ! Sir ,
you are one of those that will not serve God , if the Devil bid you . Because we
come to do you service , you think we are ruffians ; you'll have your daughter ...
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Page 239 - 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 ?
Page 25 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 131 - 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...
Page 185 - 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.
Page 193 - 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?
Page 228 - 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
Page 168 - 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.
Page 269 - 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.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 34 - 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8 The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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