The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... must this Benvolio have consorted with ? This reading very reasonably seduced Mr. Warburton into an inge . nious conjecture ; A troubled mind drew me from canopy : i . e . from bed . But I have restor'd the text of all the old copies ...
... must this Benvolio have consorted with ? This reading very reasonably seduced Mr. Warburton into an inge . nious conjecture ; A troubled mind drew me from canopy : i . e . from bed . But I have restor'd the text of all the old copies ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ? Mon. I neither know it ... must this humour prove, ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Black and portentous must this humour prove , Unless good counsel may the cause remove . Ben . My noble uncle , do you know the cause ? Mon. I neither know it ... must this humour prove, ...
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... must talk in secret ; Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel : thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse . Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurje ...
... must talk in secret ; Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel : thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse . Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurje ...
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... must hence to wait ; I beseech you , follow ftrait . La . Cap . We follow thee . Juliet , the County ftays . Nurse . Go , girl , feek happy nights to happy days . [ Exeunt . SCENE , a Street before Capulet's House . Enter Romeo ...
... must hence to wait ; I beseech you , follow ftrait . La . Cap . We follow thee . Juliet , the County ftays . Nurse . Go , girl , feek happy nights to happy days . [ Exeunt . SCENE , a Street before Capulet's House . Enter Romeo ...
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... must use in prayer , Rom . O then , dear saint , let lips do what hands do : They pray , ( grant thou ) lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , yet grant for prayers ' fake . Rom . I hen move not , while my prayers ...
... must use in prayer , Rom . O then , dear saint , let lips do what hands do : They pray , ( grant thou ) lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , yet grant for prayers ' fake . Rom . I hen move not , while my prayers ...
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Page 21 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 127 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 181 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 189 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Page 225 - 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 think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 164 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Page 265 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Page 35 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Page 30 - 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.