The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are thofe fo early made : The earth hath fwallowed all my hopes but the .. She is the hopeful lady of my earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ...
... mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are thofe fo early made : The earth hath fwallowed all my hopes but the .. She is the hopeful lady of my earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ...
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... mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is your will ? La . Cap . This is the matter- -Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in fecret ;, Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counsel : thou know'ft my ...
... mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what is your will ? La . Cap . This is the matter- -Nurfe , give leave a while , we must talk in fecret ;, Nurse , come back again , I have remember'd me , thou fhalt hear our counsel : thou know'ft my ...
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... mothers . By my count , I was your mother much upon thefe years That you are now a maid . Thus , then , in brief ; The valiant Paris feeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady , lady , fuch a man As all the world - Why , he's a ...
... mothers . By my count , I was your mother much upon thefe years That you are now a maid . Thus , then , in brief ; The valiant Paris feeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady , lady , fuch a man As all the world - Why , he's a ...
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... mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? Nurfe . Marry , bachelor , ( 12 ) If I profane with my unworthy band This boly forine , the gentle fin is this , [ To her Nurse , My lips , two blufbing pilgrims , & c . ] All ...
... mother craves a word with you . Rom . What is her mother ? Nurfe . Marry , bachelor , ( 12 ) If I profane with my unworthy band This boly forine , the gentle fin is this , [ To her Nurse , My lips , two blufbing pilgrims , & c . ] All ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wife and virtuous . I nurs'd her daughter , that you talkt withal : I tell you , he , that can lay hold of her , Shall have the chink ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wife and virtuous . I nurs'd her daughter , that you talkt withal : I tell you , he , that can lay hold of her , Shall have the chink ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Página 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 123 - 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...
Página 177 - 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.
Página 185 - 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?
Página 221 - 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
Página 160 - 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.
Página 261 - 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.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 26 - 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.