The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... noble uncle , do you know the caufe Mon. I neither know it , nor can learn it of him .. Ben . Have you importun'd him by any means ? . Mon. Both by myself and many other friends ; But he , his own affections ' counsellor , Is to himself ...
... noble uncle , do you know the caufe Mon. I neither know it , nor can learn it of him .. Ben . Have you importun'd him by any means ? . Mon. Both by myself and many other friends ; But he , his own affections ' counsellor , Is to himself ...
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... ! when ' twas a little prating thing - O , - there is a noble man in town , one Paris , that would fain lay knife aboard ; but fhe , good foul , had as lieve fee a toad , toad , a very toad , as fee him : ROMEO and JULIET . 45.
... ! when ' twas a little prating thing - O , - there is a noble man in town , one Paris , that would fain lay knife aboard ; but fhe , good foul , had as lieve fee a toad , toad , a very toad , as fee him : ROMEO and JULIET . 45.
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... noble Prince , I can difcover all Th ' unlucky manage of this fatal brawl : There lies the man , flain by young Romeo , That flew thy kinfman , brave Mercutio . La . Cap . Tybalt , my coufin ! O my brother's child ! - Unhappy fight ...
... noble Prince , I can difcover all Th ' unlucky manage of this fatal brawl : There lies the man , flain by young Romeo , That flew thy kinfman , brave Mercutio . La . Cap . Tybalt , my coufin ! O my brother's child ! - Unhappy fight ...
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... noble hemiftichs are , in- deed , inharmonious : [ but chiefly , because they are obfcure and un- intelligible at the first view . ] But is there no fuch thing as a crutch for a labouring , halting , verfe ? I'll venture to restore to ...
... noble hemiftichs are , in- deed , inharmonious : [ but chiefly , because they are obfcure and un- intelligible at the first view . ] But is there no fuch thing as a crutch for a labouring , halting , verfe ? I'll venture to restore to ...
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... noble fhape is but a form of wax , Digreffing from the valour of a man ; Thy dear love fworn , but hollow perjury , Killing that love , which thou haft vow'd to cherish . Thy wit , that ornament to fhape and love , Mif - fhapen in the ...
... noble fhape is but a form of wax , Digreffing from the valour of a man ; Thy dear love fworn , but hollow perjury , Killing that love , which thou haft vow'd to cherish . Thy wit , that ornament to fhape and love , Mif - fhapen in the ...
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Page 231 - 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 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 123 - 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 177 - 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 185 - 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 221 - 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 160 - 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 261 - 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 31 - 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 26 - 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.