The Plays, Том 10Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Capulet , heads of two houses , at variance with each other . An Old Man , uncle to Capulet . Romeo , son to Montague . Mercutio , kinsman to the prince , and friend to Romeo . Benvolio , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo ...
... Capulet , heads of two houses , at variance with each other . An Old Man , uncle to Capulet . Romeo , son to Montague . Mercutio , kinsman to the prince , and friend to Romeo . Benvolio , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo ...
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... Capulets ! down with the Mon- tagues ! Enter Capulet , in his gown ; and Lady Capulet . Cap . What noise is this ? -Give me my long sword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch ! -Why call you for a sword ? Cap . My sword , I say ! -Old ...
... Capulets ! down with the Mon- tagues ! Enter Capulet , in his gown ; and Lady Capulet . Cap . What noise is this ? -Give me my long sword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch ! -Why call you for a sword ? Cap . My sword , I say ! -Old ...
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... Capulet and Montague , Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments , To wield old partizans , in hands as old , Canker'd with peace , to part your canker'd ...
... Capulet and Montague , Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets ; And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments , To wield old partizans , in hands as old , Canker'd with peace , to part your canker'd ...
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... Capulet , Paris , and Servant . Cap . And Montague is bound as well as I , In penalty alike ; and ' tis not hard , I think , For men so old as we to keep the peace . * i . e . What end does it answer ? Par . Of honourable reckoning ...
... Capulet , Paris , and Servant . Cap . And Montague is bound as well as I , In penalty alike ; and ' tis not hard , I think , For men so old as we to keep the peace . * i . e . What end does it answer ? Par . Of honourable reckoning ...
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... Capulet and Paris . Serv . Find them out , whose names are written * Account , estimation . To inherit , in the language of Shakspeare , is to possess . Estimation . VOL . X. C here ? It is written - that the shoemaker should SCENE II ...
... Capulet and Paris . Serv . Find them out , whose names are written * Account , estimation . To inherit , in the language of Shakspeare , is to possess . Estimation . VOL . X. C here ? It is written - that the shoemaker should SCENE II ...
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art thou Benvolio beseech blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar Laurence gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King kiss lady Lady Capulet Laer Laertes lago live look lord madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play Polonius pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife
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Страница 30 - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven 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 34 - Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Страница 129 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Страница 159 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Страница 67 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 21 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 31 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Страница 163 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Страница 123 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Страница 174 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.