The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... wife to- Montague . Lady Capulet , wife to Capu-- let . Juliet , daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Narfe to Juliet . Chorus . Citizens of Verona , feveral men and women relations to Capulet , Majkers , Guards , - Watch , and ...
... wife to- Montague . Lady Capulet , wife to Capu-- let . Juliet , daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Narfe to Juliet . Chorus . Citizens of Verona , feveral men and women relations to Capulet , Majkers , Guards , - Watch , and ...
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... wife ; wifely too fair , To merit blifs by making me defpair ; She hath forfworn to love , and in that vow Do I live dead , that live to tell it now . [ wafte . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I ...
... wife ; wifely too fair , To merit blifs by making me defpair ; She hath forfworn to love , and in that vow Do I live dead , that live to tell it now . [ wafte . Ben . Be rul'd by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I ...
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... wife and daughters ; Count Anfelm , and his beauteous fifters ; the Lady , widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely nieces ; Mer cutio and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet , his wife and daughters ; my fair niece ...
... wife and daughters ; Count Anfelm , and his beauteous fifters ; the Lady , widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely nieces ; Mer cutio and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet , his wife and daughters ; my fair niece ...
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... wife and virtuous . I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal . I tell you . he that can lay hold of her , Shall have the chink . Rom . Is fhe a Capulet ! O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . Ben . Away , be gone , the fport ...
... wife and virtuous . I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal . I tell you . he that can lay hold of her , Shall have the chink . Rom . Is fhe a Capulet ! O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . Ben . Away , be gone , the fport ...
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... wife , And , on my life , hath ftoln him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard - wall . Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too . Why , Romeo ! humours ! madman ! paffion ! lover ! Appear thou in the ...
... wife , And , on my life , hath ftoln him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard - wall . Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too . Why , Romeo ! humours ! madman ! paffion ! lover ! Appear thou in the ...
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Страница 147 - 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 ? Sense, sure, you have.
Страница 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Страница 27 - 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.
Страница 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Страница 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Страница 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Страница 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Страница 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Страница 177 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Страница 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. 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...