The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Том 7 |
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But , with a rear - ward following Tybalt's death , Romeo is banished , -- to speak
that word , Is father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet , All slain , all dead : -Romeo
is banished , There is no end , no liinit , measure , bound , In that word's death ...
But , with a rear - ward following Tybalt's death , Romeo is banished , -- to speak
that word , Is father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet , All slain , all dead : -Romeo
is banished , There is no end , no liinit , measure , bound , In that word's death ...
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For exile hath more terror in his look , Much inore than death : do not say —
banishment . Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished : Be patient , for the world
is broad and wide . Rom . There is no world without Verona walls , But purgatory
...
For exile hath more terror in his look , Much inore than death : do not say —
banishment . Fri. Hence from Verona art thou banished : Be patient , for the world
is broad and wide . Rom . There is no world without Verona walls , But purgatory
...
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Death , that hath ta'en her bence to make me wail , Ties up my tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS , with Musicians , Fri.
Come , is the bride ready to go to church ? Cap . Ready to go , but never to return
: O ...
Death , that hath ta'en her bence to make me wail , Ties up my tongue , and will
not let me speak . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS , with Musicians , Fri.
Come , is the bride ready to go to church ? Cap . Ready to go , but never to return
: O ...
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-0 , give me thy hand , One writ with me in sour misfortune's book ! I'll bury thee in
a triumphant grave ,A grave ? O , no ; a lantern , slaughter'd youth , For here lies
Juliet , and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light . Death ...
-0 , give me thy hand , One writ with me in sour misfortune's book ! I'll bury thee in
a triumphant grave ,A grave ? O , no ; a lantern , slaughter'd youth , For here lies
Juliet , and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light . Death ...
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0 ! this is the poison of deep grief ; it springs All from her father's death : And now
behold , O Gertrude , Gertrude , When sorrows come , they come not single spies
, But in battalions ! First , her father slain ; Next , your son gone ; and he most ...
0 ! this is the poison of deep grief ; it springs All from her father's death : And now
behold , O Gertrude , Gertrude , When sorrows come , they come not single spies
, But in battalions ! First , her father slain ; Next , your son gone ; and he most ...
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Страница 68 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Страница 44 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
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Страница 8 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Страница 25 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent...
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Страница 64 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
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| Заглавие | The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Том 7 The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Charles Whittingham |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издател | Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 4 ян. 2007 |
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