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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... never find what names the writing perfons hath here writ . I must to the learned : -In good time . Enter BENVOLIO , and ROMEO . Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burn- One pain is leffen'd by another's anguish ; [ ing ...
... never find what names the writing perfons hath here writ . I must to the learned : -In good time . Enter BENVOLIO , and ROMEO . Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burn- One pain is leffen'd by another's anguish ; [ ing ...
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... never die , — Transparent heretics , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing fun Ne'er faw her match , fince first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! tut ! you faw her fair , none else being by , Herfelf pois'd with ...
... never die , — Transparent heretics , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing fun Ne'er faw her match , fince first the world begun . Ben . Tut ! tut ! you faw her fair , none else being by , Herfelf pois'd with ...
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... never fhall forget it- Of all the days of the year , upon that day : For I had then laid wormwood to my dug , Sitting i ' the fun under the dove - house wall , My lord and you were then at Mantua : - Nay , I do bear a brain : -but , as ...
... never fhall forget it- Of all the days of the year , upon that day : For I had then laid wormwood to my dug , Sitting i ' the fun under the dove - house wall , My lord and you were then at Mantua : - Nay , I do bear a brain : -but , as ...
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... never fhould forget it ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? quoth he : And , pretty fool , it stinted , and faid — Ay . La . Cap . Enough of this ; I pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , To think it ...
... never fhould forget it ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? quoth he : And , pretty fool , it stinted , and faid — Ay . La . Cap . Enough of this ; I pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurfe . Yes , madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , To think it ...
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... never felt a wound.- But , foft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east , and Juliet is the fun ! [ JULIET appears above , at a window . Arife , fair fun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already fick and pale with ...
... never felt a wound.- But , foft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east , and Juliet is the fun ! [ JULIET appears above , at a window . Arife , fair fun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already fick and pale with ...
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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...