The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 8 |
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Still - waking fleep , that is not what it is ! This love feel I , that feel no love in this . Dost thou not laugh ? Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppression . Rom .
Still - waking fleep , that is not what it is ! This love feel I , that feel no love in this . Dost thou not laugh ? Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppression . Rom .
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And too foon marr'd are those fo early made , The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , * She is the hopeful lady of my earth , But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her consent is but a part ; If she agree ...
And too foon marr'd are those fo early made , The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she , * She is the hopeful lady of my earth , But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her consent is but a part ; If she agree ...
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Let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the fenseless rushes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a gransire - phrase ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . The game was ne'er so fair , and I am done . Mer .
Let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the fenseless rushes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a gransire - phrase ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . The game was ne'er so fair , and I am done . Mer .
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Did my heart love till now ? forswear it , light ; I never saw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice should be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy . What ! dares the save Come hither cover'd with an antick face ...
Did my heart love till now ? forswear it , light ; I never saw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice should be a Montague . Fetch me my rapier , boy . What ! dares the save Come hither cover'd with an antick face ...
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Well said , my hearts : -You are a Princox , go : Be quiet , or -- More light , more light , for shame I'll make you quiet What ? cheerly , my hearts . Tyb . Patience perforce , with wilful choler meeting , Makes my Aesh tremble in ...
Well said , my hearts : -You are a Princox , go : Be quiet , or -- More light , more light , for shame I'll make you quiet What ? cheerly , my hearts . Tyb . Patience perforce , with wilful choler meeting , Makes my Aesh tremble in ...
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Page 169 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page 216 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 339 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 29 - 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 142 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 285 - ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou...
Page 213 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 27 - 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 by night Through lovers...
Page 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Page 39 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.