The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 8Dove, 1830 |
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Page 121
... BENVOLIO , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo . TYBALT , nephew to Lady Capulet . Friar LAWRENCE , a Franciscan . Friar JOHN , of the same Order . BALTHAZAR , servant to Romeo . SAMPSON , } s GREGORY , servants to Capulet . ABRAM ...
... BENVOLIO , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo . TYBALT , nephew to Lady Capulet . Friar LAWRENCE , a Franciscan . Friar JOHN , of the same Order . BALTHAZAR , servant to Romeo . SAMPSON , } s GREGORY , servants to Capulet . ABRAM ...
Page 125
... BENVOLIO , at a distance . Gre . Say - better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . Sam . Yes , better , sir . Abr . You lie . Sam . Draw , if you be men . - Gregory , remember thy swashingf blow . [ They fight . Ben . Part , fools ...
... BENVOLIO , at a distance . Gre . Say - better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . Sam . Yes , better , sir . Abr . You lie . Sam . Draw , if you be men . - Gregory , remember thy swashingf blow . [ They fight . Ben . Part , fools ...
Page 132
... BENVOLIO and ROMEO . Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burning , One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy , and be holp by backward turning ; One desperate grief cures with another's languish : Take thou some ...
... BENVOLIO and ROMEO . Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burning , One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy , and be holp by backward turning ; One desperate grief cures with another's languish : Take thou some ...
Page 137
... BENVOLIO , with five or six Maskers , Torch - bearers , and others . Rom . What , shall this speech be spoke for our excuse ? Or shall we on without apology ? Ben . The date is out of such prolixity : " We'll have no Cupid hood - wink'd ...
... BENVOLIO , with five or six Maskers , Torch - bearers , and others . Rom . What , shall this speech be spoke for our excuse ? Or shall we on without apology ? Ben . The date is out of such prolixity : " We'll have no Cupid hood - wink'd ...
Page 147
... BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO . Ben . Romeo ! my cousin Romeo ! Mer . He is wise ; And , on my life , hath stolen him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard wall : Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too ...
... BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO . Ben . Romeo ! my cousin Romeo ! Mer . He is wise ; And , on my life , hath stolen him home to bed . Ben . He ran this way , and leap'd this orchard wall : Call , good Mercutio . Mer . Nay , I'll conjure too ...
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art thou beauty Ben Jonson BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio breath CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke duke of Cornwall Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul give Gloster GONERIL grace grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iago Juliet Kent king kiss knave lady Laer Laertes Lear lips live look lord love's Lucrece madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio never night Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor pray Queen quoth Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself to-night tongue Tybalt villain weep word
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Page 249 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. 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; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Page 104 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 279 - With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
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 88 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
Page 276 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Page 103 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 337 - 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. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 283 - 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. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Page 125 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks...