The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... house fhall move me to ftand : I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's . Greg . That fhews thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . Sam . True ; and therefore women , being the weaker veffels , are ever ...
... house fhall move me to ftand : I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's . Greg . That fhews thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . Sam . True ; and therefore women , being the weaker veffels , are ever ...
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... house , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lufty young men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads , even fuch delight Among fresh female ...
... house , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lufty young men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads , even fuch delight Among fresh female ...
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... house . Rom . Whofe house ? Serv . My mafter's . Rom . Indeed , I fhould have afk'd you that before . Serv . Now I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the houfe of Montagues , I pray ...
... house . Rom . Whofe house ? Serv . My mafter's . Rom . Indeed , I fhould have afk'd you that before . Serv . Now I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the houfe of Montagues , I pray ...
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... house . Enter Lady CAPULET , and Nurse . La . Cap . Nurfe , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurfe . Now , by my maiden - head , -at twelve old , - I bade her come . - What , lamb ! what , lady - bird ! — God forbid where's ...
... house . Enter Lady CAPULET , and Nurse . La . Cap . Nurfe , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurfe . Now , by my maiden - head , -at twelve old , - I bade her come . - What , lamb ! what , lady - bird ! — God forbid where's ...
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... house wall , My lord and you were then at Mantua : - Nay , I do bear a brain : -but , as I faid , When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug , and felt it bitter , pretty fool ! To fee it teachy , and fall out with the dug ...
... house wall , My lord and you were then at Mantua : - Nay , I do bear a brain : -but , as I faid , When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug , and felt it bitter , pretty fool ! To fee it teachy , and fall out with the dug ...
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Page 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 67 - 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...
Page 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Page 21 - 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 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...