The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Or dedicate his Beauty to the Sun. Or , according to the more obsolete fyelling , Sunno ; which brings it nearer to the Traces of the corrupied Text , Yet Yet tell me not , for I have heard it 12 ROME o and JULIET .
... Or dedicate his Beauty to the Sun. Or , according to the more obsolete fyelling , Sunno ; which brings it nearer to the Traces of the corrupied Text , Yet Yet tell me not , for I have heard it 12 ROME o and JULIET .
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Yet tell me not , for I have heard it all . Here's much to do with hate , but more with love : Why then , O brawling love ! O loving hate ! Oh , any thing of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness ! serious vanity !
Yet tell me not , for I have heard it all . Here's much to do with hate , but more with love : Why then , O brawling love ! O loving hate ! Oh , any thing of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness ! serious vanity !
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She is too fair , too wise ; wisely too fair , To merit bliss by making me despair ; She hath forsworn to love , and in that vow Do I live dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be ruld by me , forget to think of her . Rom .
She is too fair , too wise ; wisely too fair , To merit bliss by making me despair ; She hath forsworn to love , and in that vow Do I live dead , that live to tell it now . Ben . Be ruld by me , forget to think of her . Rom .
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Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) she's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lammas ...
Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurse I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) she's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lammas ...
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Tell me , daughter Juliet , How stands your disposition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I'd say , thou had ft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap .
Tell me , daughter Juliet , How stands your disposition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I'd say , thou had ft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap .
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| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 8 The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Hubert François Gravelot |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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