The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... fair Verona , where we lay our fcene , From ancient grudge break to new mutiny , Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean , From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mifadventur ...
... fair Verona , where we lay our fcene , From ancient grudge break to new mutiny , Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean , From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mifadventur ...
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... , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himfelf an artificial night : Black Black and portentous muft this humour prove , Unless good Aa I. 7 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... , And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himfelf an artificial night : Black Black and portentous muft this humour prove , Unless good Aa I. 7 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is foonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you mifs : fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow , fhe hath Dian's wit ; And , in trong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
... fair I love . Ben . A right fair mark , fair coz , is foonest hit . Rom . Well , in that hit , you mifs : fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow , fhe hath Dian's wit ; And , in trong proof of chastity well arm'd , From love's weak ...
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... fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He , that is ftrucken blind , cannot forget The precious treasure of his eye - fight lost : Shew me a mistress that is paffing fair , What doth her beauty ferve ...
... fair ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He , that is ftrucken blind , cannot forget The precious treasure of his eye - fight lost : Shew me a mistress that is paffing fair , What doth her beauty ferve ...
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... fair Verona ; find thofe perfons out , Whofe names are written there ; and to them fay , My houfe and welcome on their pleasure stay . [ Exeunt CAPULET , and PARIS . Serv . Find them out , whofe names are written here ? It is written ...
... fair Verona ; find thofe perfons out , Whofe names are written there ; and to them fay , My houfe and welcome on their pleasure stay . [ Exeunt CAPULET , and PARIS . Serv . Find them out , whofe names are written here ? It is written ...
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Page 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 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...
Page 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Page 21 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Page 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...