 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 pages
...&c. 'Tis now the very witching time of night ; When church-yards yawn, and hell itfelf breathes oat Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot blood, And do fuch bufinefs as the bitter day l Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my mother.— O, heart, lofe not thy nature ; let not ever... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 pages
...teazel were muffled out of their places. The poet might have intended the dialogue to proceed thus: Pot. It is back'd like a weafel. HAM. Or, like a whale...Ham. Do you fee yonder cloud, that's almoft in the fliape of a 'weazel? " Pol. By the mafs, and 'tis like a weazel, indeed. " Ham. Methinks, it is like... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 690 pages
...fo. [Exit POLONIUS. HAM. By and by is eafily faid. — Leave me, friends. [Exeunt Ros. GUIL. HOR. &V. 'Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards...drink hot blood, And do fuch bufinefs as the bitter day6 Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my mother. — " Ham. Do you fee yonder cloud, that's almoft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 696 pages
...Ros. GUIL. HOR. &c. 'Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards yawn, and hell itfclf breathes out Contagion to this world : Now could I...hot blood, And do fuch bufinefs as the bitter day ° Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my mother. — " Ham. Do you fee yonder cloud, that's almoft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 pages
...[Exit POLONIUS. Ham. By and by is eafily faid. — Leave me, friends. [Exeunt Ros. GtriL. HOR. &c'Tis now the very witching time of night ; When churchyards...hot blood, And do fuch bufinefs as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother.— O, heart; lofe not thy nature ; let not ever The... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pages
...GUIL. Hon. <§-c. '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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother. — O, heart, lose... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pages
...Ros. Guil. Hor. $c. 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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother. — , O, heart, lose... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pages
...Ros. Gail. Hor. tyc. 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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother.— O, heart, lose not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 pages
...Ros. GUIL. HoR. (Jfc. '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 business as the bitter days Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother. — O, heart, lose... | |
 | 1811 - 530 pages
...3 C Further: Hum. "Tis now the very witching time of night; When church-yards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Again, Sam. O, all you host of heaven! Dearth!... | |
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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. 
