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Alack ! there lies more peril in thine eye , Than twenty of their swords ; look thou
but sweet , And I am proof against their enmity . Jul . I would not for the world ,
they saw thee here , Rom . I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes , And
but ...
Alack ! there lies more peril in thine eye , Than twenty of their swords ; look thou
but sweet , And I am proof against their enmity . Jul . I would not for the world ,
they saw thee here , Rom . I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes , And
but ...
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God pardon fin ! waft thou with Rojaline ? Rim . With Rosaline , my ghostly father
? no . I have forgot that name , and that name's woe . ( then ? Fri. That's my good
son : but where hast thou been Rom . I'll tell thee , ere thou ask it me again ; I ...
God pardon fin ! waft thou with Rojaline ? Rim . With Rosaline , my ghostly father
? no . I have forgot that name , and that name's woe . ( then ? Fri. That's my good
son : but where hast thou been Rom . I'll tell thee , ere thou ask it me again ; I ...
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thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more , or a hair less , in his beard ,
than thou haft : thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other
reason but because thou hast hafel eyes ; what eye , but such an eye , would spy
out ...
thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more , or a hair less , in his beard ,
than thou haft : thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other
reason but because thou hast hafel eyes ; what eye , but such an eye , would spy
out ...
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Unhappy sight ! alas , the blood is fpillid Of my dear kinfman -Prince , as thou art
true , For blood of ours , thed blood of Montague . Prin . Benvelio , who began this
fray ? Ben . Tybalt , here fain , whom Romeo's hand did slay : Romeo , that ...
Unhappy sight ! alas , the blood is fpillid Of my dear kinfman -Prince , as thou art
true , For blood of ours , thed blood of Montague . Prin . Benvelio , who began this
fray ? Ben . Tybalt , here fain , whom Romeo's hand did slay : Romeo , that ...
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But wherefore , villain , didst thou kill my cousin ? That villain cousin would have
kill'd my husband . Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring ; Your tributary
drops belong to woe , Which you , miitaking , offer up to joy . My husband lives ...
But wherefore , villain , didst thou kill my cousin ? That villain cousin would have
kill'd my husband . Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring ; Your tributary
drops belong to woe , Which you , miitaking , offer up to joy . My husband lives ...
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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.
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| 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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