The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... thou fhalt hear our counsel : thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse . I lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have ...
... thou fhalt hear our counsel : thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse . I lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have ...
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... thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit , wilt thou not , Julé ? and , by my holy dam , the pretty wretch left crying , and faid , Ay . To fee now , how a jeft fhall come about . I warrant , an ' I fhould live a thousand years ...
... thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit , wilt thou not , Julé ? and , by my holy dam , the pretty wretch left crying , and faid , Ay . To fee now , how a jeft fhall come about . I warrant , an ' I fhould live a thousand years ...
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... thou art dun , we'll draw thee from the mire ; Or , fave your reverence , love , wherein thou ftick'ft Up to thine ears : come , we burn day - light , ho . Rom . Nay , that's not fo . Mer . I mean , Sir , in delay We burn our lights by ...
... thou art dun , we'll draw thee from the mire ; Or , fave your reverence , love , wherein thou ftick'ft Up to thine ears : come , we burn day - light , ho . Rom . Nay , that's not fo . Mer . I mean , Sir , in delay We burn our lights by ...
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... thou art ( 14 ) ( 14 ) 0 , Speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night , ] Tho ' all the printed copies concur in this reading , yet the latter part of the fimile feems to require , As glorious to this fight ...
... thou art ( 14 ) ( 14 ) 0 , Speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night , ] Tho ' all the printed copies concur in this reading , yet the latter part of the fimile feems to require , As glorious to this fight ...
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... thou Romeo ? Deny thy father , and refuse thy name : Or , if thou wilt not , be but fworn my love , And I'H no longer be a Capulet . Rom . Shall I hear more , or fhall I speak at this ? Jul . ' Tis but thy name that is my enemy : Thou ...
... thou Romeo ? Deny thy father , and refuse thy name : Or , if thou wilt not , be but fworn my love , And I'H no longer be a Capulet . Rom . Shall I hear more , or fhall I speak at this ? Jul . ' Tis but thy name that is my enemy : Thou ...
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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.