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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. What ' s Montague ? it is nor hand , nor foot , Nor arm ,
nor face , nor any other part Belonging to a man . O , be some other name !
What's in a ...
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. What ' s Montague ? it is nor hand , nor foot , Nor arm ,
nor face , nor any other part Belonging to a man . O , be some other name !
What's in a ...
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O serpent heart , hid with a a flow'ring face !? Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave
? ... So , in King John : “ Rash , inconsiderate , fiery voluntaries , “ With ladies '
faces and fierce dragons ' spleens . ” Again , in King Henry VIII : “ You have ...
O serpent heart , hid with a a flow'ring face !? Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave
? ... So , in King John : “ Rash , inconsiderate , fiery voluntaries , “ With ladies '
faces and fierce dragons ' spleens . ” Again , in King Henry VIII : “ You have ...
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You tallow - face ! 5 La . Cap . Fy , fy ! what are you mad ? Jul . Good father , I
beseech you on my knees , Hear me with patience but to speak a word . Cap .
Hang thee , young baggage ! disobedient wretch ! I tell thee what - get thee to
church ...
You tallow - face ! 5 La . Cap . Fy , fy ! what are you mad ? Jul . Good father , I
beseech you on my knees , Hear me with patience but to speak a word . Cap .
Hang thee , young baggage ! disobedient wretch ! I tell thee what - get thee to
church ...
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Par . So will you , I am sure , that you love me . Jul . If I do so , it will be of more
price , Being spoke behind your back , than to your face . Par . Poor soul , thy face
is much abus'd with tears . Jul . The tears have got small victory by that ; For it
was ...
Par . So will you , I am sure , that you love me . Jul . If I do so , it will be of more
price , Being spoke behind your back , than to your face . Par . Poor soul , thy face
is much abus'd with tears . Jul . The tears have got small victory by that ; For it
was ...
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This uncommon adjective occurs again in King Henry V : and through their paly
flames , “ Each battle sees the other's umber'd face . " We have had too already ,
in a former scene— " Pale , pale as ashes . " Malone . thy eyes ' windows fall ...
This uncommon adjective occurs again in King Henry V : and through their paly
flames , “ Each battle sees the other's umber'd face . " We have had too already ,
in a former scene— " Pale , pale as ashes . " Malone . thy eyes ' windows fall ...
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Page 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 318 - 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.
Page 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Page 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, 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 star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Page 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Page 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
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