Romeo and Juliet, Броеве 3–4New Shakespere society, 1875 - 141 страници |
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... thou art not quickly moued to ftrike . Samp . A dog of the house of Mountague moues me . Greg . To moue is to stirre , and to be valiant is to ftand : therefore , if thou art moued , thou runst away . Samp . A dog of that houfe thall ...
... thou art not quickly moued to ftrike . Samp . A dog of the house of Mountague moues me . Greg . To moue is to stirre , and to be valiant is to ftand : therefore , if thou art moued , thou runst away . Samp . A dog of that houfe thall ...
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... thou wilt . Greg . They must take it in sense , that feele it . Samp . Me they shall feele while I am able to stand : and tis 28 knowne I am a pretie peece of flesh . 32 Greg . Tis well thou art not fish ; if thou hadst , thou hadst bin ...
... thou wilt . Greg . They must take it in sense , that feele it . Samp . Me they shall feele while I am able to stand : and tis 28 knowne I am a pretie peece of flesh . 32 Greg . Tis well thou art not fish ; if thou hadst , thou hadst bin ...
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... art thou drawne among these hartleffe hindes ? Turne thee , Benuolio , looke vpon thy death ! Ben . I do but keepe the peace ; put vp thy fword , 64 Or manage it to part these men with me . Tib . What , drawne , and talke of peace ? I ...
... art thou drawne among these hartleffe hindes ? Turne thee , Benuolio , looke vpon thy death ! Ben . I do but keepe the peace ; put vp thy fword , 64 Or manage it to part these men with me . Tib . What , drawne , and talke of peace ? I ...
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... thou fome new infection to thy eye , 52 And the rancke poyson of the old will dye . Rom . Your Plantan leafe is excellent for that . Ben . For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken shin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? Rom ...
... thou fome new infection to thy eye , 52 And the rancke poyson of the old will dye . Rom . Your Plantan leafe is excellent for that . Ben . For what , I pray thee ? Rom . For your broken shin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? Rom ...
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... thou art dun , weele draw thee from the mire , Or , faue your reuerence , loue , wherein thou stickst Vp to the eares . - Come , we burne daylight , ho . Rom . Nay , thats not fo . Mer . I meane , fir , in delay We wafte our lights in ...
... thou art dun , weele draw thee from the mire , Or , faue your reuerence , loue , wherein thou stickst Vp to the eares . - Come , we burne daylight , ho . Rom . Nay , thats not fo . Mer . I meane , fir , in delay We wafte our lights in ...
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Страница 29 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Страница 114 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give...
Страница 29 - As is a winged meflenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes, Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him...
Страница 114 - Fri. The grey-eyed morne smiles on the frowning night, Checking the Easterne clowdes with streaks of light : And fleckeld darknesse like a drunkard reeles, From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles : Now ere jfec.
Страница 33 - That lets it hop a litle from his hand, Like a poore prifoner in his twifted giues, And with a filken threed, plucks it backe againe.
Страница 140 - Heer's to thy health, where ere thou tombest in. O true Appothecarie! Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die. Depart againe, here, here, will I remaine, With wormes that are thy Chamber-maides...