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... s painted bow of lath , Scaring the ladies like a crow - keeper ; Nor no without -
book prologue , - faintly spoke After the prompter , for our entrance : But , let them
measure us by what they will , We ' ll measure them a measure , and be gone .
... s painted bow of lath , Scaring the ladies like a crow - keeper ; Nor no without -
book prologue , - faintly spoke After the prompter , for our entrance : But , let them
measure us by what they will , We ' ll measure them a measure , and be gone .
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I have seen the day , That I have worn a visor ; and could tell A whispering tale in
a fair lady ' s ear , Such as would please ; ' tis gene , ' tis gone , ' tis gone : You are
welcome , gentlemen ! — Come , musicians , play . A hall ! a hall ! give room , ...
I have seen the day , That I have worn a visor ; and could tell A whispering tale in
a fair lady ' s ear , Such as would please ; ' tis gene , ' tis gone , ' tis gone : You are
welcome , gentlemen ! — Come , musicians , play . A hall ! a hall ! give room , ...
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O dear account ! my life is my foe ' s debt . Ben . Away , begone ; the sport is at
the best . Rom . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . i Cap . Nay , gentlemen ,
prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . 8 - Is it e ' en
so ...
O dear account ! my life is my foe ' s debt . Ben . Away , begone ; the sport is at
the best . Rom . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . i Cap . Nay , gentlemen ,
prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . 8 - Is it e ' en
so ...
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Anon , anon :Come , let ' s away ; the strangers all are gone . [ Exeunt . Enter
CHORUS . Now old desire doth in his death - bed lie , And young affection gapes
to be his heir ; That fair , which love groan ' d for , and would die , With tender
Juliet ...
Anon , anon :Come , let ' s away ; the strangers all are gone . [ Exeunt . Enter
CHORUS . Now old desire doth in his death - bed lie , And young affection gapes
to be his heir ; That fair , which love groan ' d for , and would die , With tender
Juliet ...
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Tis almost morning , I would have thee gone ; And yet no further than a wanton ' s
bird. 9 To lure this tassel - gentle back again ! ] The tassel or tiercel ( for so it
should be spelt ) is the male of the gosshawk ; so called , because it is a tierce or
...
Tis almost morning , I would have thee gone ; And yet no further than a wanton ' s
bird. 9 To lure this tassel - gentle back again ! ] The tassel or tiercel ( for so it
should be spelt ) is the male of the gosshawk ; so called , because it is a tierce or
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Page 211 - 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.
Page 132 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 193 - Get thee to a nunnery ; Why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners ? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ! We are arrant knaves, all ; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Page 138 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 146 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. 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.
Page 191 - 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...
Page 188 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 219 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 35 - 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 65 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | George Steevens |
| Illustrated by | Henry Fusell |
| Publisher | F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 17 Jan 2008 |
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