The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch - why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old Montague is come , - And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . 1 Enter old Montague , and Lady Montague . Mon. Thou ...
... give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch - why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old Montague is come , - And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . 1 Enter old Montague , and Lady Montague . Mon. Thou ...
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... give leave a while , we must talk in fecret ;, Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , 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 ...
... give leave a while , we must talk in fecret ;, Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , 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 ...
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... gives strength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Seru . Madam , the guests are come , fupper ferv'd up , you call'd ... Give me a torch , I am not for this ambling . Being but heavy , I will bear the light , Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo ...
... gives strength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Seru . Madam , the guests are come , fupper ferv'd up , you call'd ... Give me a torch , I am not for this ambling . Being but heavy , I will bear the light , Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo ...
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... Give me a cafe to put my visage in ; [ Pulling off his mask . A vifor for a vifor ! -what care I , What curious eye doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle brows fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock and enter ; and no fooner in ...
... Give me a cafe to put my visage in ; [ Pulling off his mask . A vifor for a vifor ! -what care I , What curious eye doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle brows fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock and enter ; and no fooner in ...
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... Give me my fin again . Jul . You kifs by th ' book . Nurfe . Madam , your mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? Nurfe . Marry , bachelor , ( 12 ) If I profane with my unworthy band This boly forine , the gentle fin ...
... Give me my fin again . Jul . You kifs by th ' book . Nurfe . Madam , your mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? Nurfe . Marry , bachelor , ( 12 ) If I profane with my unworthy band This boly forine , the gentle fin ...
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Страница 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?
Страница 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
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.