The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, Volumen12 |
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... true thou tell'st me , when I say I love her ; But , saying , thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me The knife that made it . Handlest in thy discourse ; -O that her hand ! In whose comparison ...
... true thou tell'st me , when I say I love her ; But , saying , thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me The knife that made it . Handlest in thy discourse ; -O that her hand ! In whose comparison ...
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... true that the heroes of Homer never fought on horseback ; yet such of them as make a second appearance in the Æneid , like And to the field goes he ; where every flower 20 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . He chid Andromache, and struck his ...
... true that the heroes of Homer never fought on horseback ; yet such of them as make a second appearance in the Æneid , like And to the field goes he ; where every flower 20 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . He chid Andromache, and struck his ...
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... True , he was so ; I know the cause too ; he ' ll lay about him to - day , I can tell them that : and there is Troilus will not come far behind him ; let them take heed of Troilus ; I can tell them that too . Cres . What , is he angry ...
... True , he was so ; I know the cause too ; he ' ll lay about him to - day , I can tell them that : and there is Troilus will not come far behind him ; let them take heed of Troilus ; I can tell them that too . Cres . What , is he angry ...
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... true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cres . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cres . Then , Troilus should have too much : if she praised him above , his complexion is higher than his ; he ...
... true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cres . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cres . Then , Troilus should have too much : if she praised him above , his complexion is higher than his ; he ...
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... true ; make no question of that . One and fifty hairs , quoth he , and one white : That white 5 --- her eyes ran o'er . Cres . With mill - stones . ] So , in King Richard III : " Your eyes drop mill - stones , when fools ' eyes drop ...
... true ; make no question of that . One and fifty hairs , quoth he , and one white : That white 5 --- her eyes ran o'er . Cres . With mill - stones . ] So , in King Richard III : " Your eyes drop mill - stones , when fools ' eyes drop ...
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Página 272 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Página 253 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Página 264 - What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Página 292 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Página 322 - 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 265 - How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore ? 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.
Página 268 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 42 - And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Página 306 - 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.
Página 116 - To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...