Romeo and Juliet. HamletEstes and Lauriat, 1887 |
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... Dead Term , 1608 , describing the various groups that daily frequented St. Paul's , says , " What swearing is there , what shouldering , what justling , what jeering , what byting of thumbs , to beget quarrels ! " And Lodge , in his ...
... Dead Term , 1608 , describing the various groups that daily frequented St. Paul's , says , " What swearing is there , what shouldering , what justling , what jeering , what byting of thumbs , to beget quarrels ! " And Lodge , in his ...
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... dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me ; forget to think of her . Rom . O ! teach me how I should forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes : Examine other beauties . Rom . " Tis the way To call hers ...
... dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be rul'd by me ; forget to think of her . Rom . O ! teach me how I should forget to think . Ben . By giving liberty unto thine eyes : Examine other beauties . Rom . " Tis the way To call hers ...
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... dead I hold it not a sin . 1 Cap . Why , how now , kinsman ! wherefore storm you so ? Tyb . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To scorn at our solemnity this night . 1 Cap . Young Romeo is ...
... dead I hold it not a sin . 1 Cap . Why , how now , kinsman ! wherefore storm you so ? Tyb . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To scorn at our solemnity this night . 1 Cap . Young Romeo is ...
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... dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead and her scarlet lip , By her fine foot , straight leg , and quivering thigh , 4 2 This is the reading of the quarto of 1597. Those of 1599 ...
... dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead and her scarlet lip , By her fine foot , straight leg , and quivering thigh , 4 2 This is the reading of the quarto of 1597. Those of 1599 ...
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William Shakespeare. Mer . Alas , poor Romeo ! he is already dead ; stabb'd with a white wench's black eye ; shot thorough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt - shaft : ' And is he ...
William Shakespeare. Mer . Alas , poor Romeo ! he is already dead ; stabb'd with a white wench's black eye ; shot thorough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt - shaft : ' And is he ...
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Page 275 - 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, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Page 322 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 301 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 250 - O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. 'Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET...
Page 65 - 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 102 - 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.
Page 285 - 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 354 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page 283 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 51 - 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...