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Ay , mine own fortune in my misery . SERV . Perhaps you have learn ' d it without
book : But I pray , can you read any thing you see ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters
, and the language . Serv . Ye say honestly ; Rest you merry ! Rom .
Ay , mine own fortune in my misery . SERV . Perhaps you have learn ' d it without
book : But I pray , can you read any thing you see ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters
, and the language . Serv . Ye say honestly ; Rest you merry ! Rom .
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If that thy bent of love be honourable , Thy purpose marriage , send me word to -
morrow , By one that I ' ll procure to come to thee , Where , and what time , thou
wilt perform the rite ; And all my fortunes at thy foot I ' ll lay , And follow thee my ...
If that thy bent of love be honourable , Thy purpose marriage , send me word to -
morrow , By one that I ' ll procure to come to thee , Where , and what time , thou
wilt perform the rite ; And all my fortunes at thy foot I ' ll lay , And follow thee my ...
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Hie to high fortune ! - honest nurse , farewell . ( ID [ Exeunt op . SCENE VI .
FRIAR LAURENCE ' s Cell . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Romeo ? . Fri . So
smile the heavens upon this holy act , That after - hours with sorrow chide us not !
Hie to high fortune ! - honest nurse , farewell . ( ID [ Exeunt op . SCENE VI .
FRIAR LAURENCE ' s Cell . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Romeo ? . Fri . So
smile the heavens upon this holy act , That after - hours with sorrow chide us not !
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away ! Rom . O ! I am fortune ' s fool ! * Quarto A , above the clouds . f Quarto A ,
bear him . | Quarto A , Or thou , or 1 , or both , shall follow him . “ He gan in
triumph , " This , in the subsequent ancient copies , was made - He gone , & c .
Malone .
away ! Rom . O ! I am fortune ' s fool ! * Quarto A , above the clouds . f Quarto A ,
bear him . | Quarto A , Or thou , or 1 , or both , shall follow him . “ He gan in
triumph , " This , in the subsequent ancient copies , was made - He gone , & c .
Malone .
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Unhappy sight ! ah me , the blood is spilld 6 IPUL In the first copy - O ! I am
fortune ' s slave . STEEVENS . s – Which way ran he ? ] Instead of these four
speeches , it is thus in quarto 1597 : “ Ben . Romeo , away ! thou seest that Tybalt
' s slain .
Unhappy sight ! ah me , the blood is spilld 6 IPUL In the first copy - O ! I am
fortune ' s slave . STEEVENS . s – Which way ran he ? ] Instead of these four
speeches , it is thus in quarto 1597 : “ Ben . Romeo , away ! thou seest that Tybalt
' s slain .
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Page 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 52 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
Page 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Page 242 - O ! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Page 77 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Page 84 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Page 78 - O ! speak again, bright angel ; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 161 - 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 56 - 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...
Page 409 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then the lover, • Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...