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And too soon marr'd are chose so early made : The earth hath swallow'd all my
hopes but she . She is the hopefullady of my earth : | But woo her , gentle Paris ,
get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If lhe agree , within her scope of
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And too soon marr'd are chose so early made : The earth hath swallow'd all my
hopes but she . She is the hopefullady of my earth : | But woo her , gentle Paris ,
get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If lhe agree , within her scope of
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The earth , that's Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying Grave , that is
her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural
bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some , and yet all ...
The earth , that's Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying Grave , that is
her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural
bosom find : Many for many virtues excellent , None but for some , and yet all ...
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Thou hast amaz'd me . By my holy Order , I thought ihy disposition better temper'd
. Haft thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself ? And slay thy lady , that in thy life
lives , By doing damned Hate upon thyself ? Earth , + Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth
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Thou hast amaz'd me . By my holy Order , I thought ihy disposition better temper'd
. Haft thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself ? And slay thy lady , that in thy life
lives , By doing damned Hate upon thyself ? Earth , + Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth
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... for I have done with thee . ( Exit . Jul . O God ! O Nurse , how shall this be
prevented ? My husband is on Earth ; my Faith in Heav'n ; How shall that Faith
return again to Earth , Unless that Husband fend it me from Heav'n , By leaving
Earth ?
... for I have done with thee . ( Exit . Jul . O God ! O Nurse , how shall this be
prevented ? My husband is on Earth ; my Faith in Heav'n ; How shall that Faith
return again to Earth , Unless that Husband fend it me from Heav'n , By leaving
Earth ?
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as thus : Alexander died , Alexander was buried , Alexander returneth to duft ; the
dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam , whereto he was
converted , might they not stop a beer- barrel ? Imperial Cafar , dead and turn'd to
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as thus : Alexander died , Alexander was buried , Alexander returneth to duft ; the
dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam , whereto he was
converted , might they not stop a beer- barrel ? Imperial Cafar , dead and turn'd to
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Achilles Æmil Ajax bear better blood bring Caffio Changes Clown comes dead dear death Deſdemona doth ears earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall Farewel father fear fight follow fool give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n Hector himſelf hold honour I'll Iago itſelf Juliet keep King lady Laer lago leave light live look lord marry matter means Moor moſt mother muſt nature never night noble Nurſe Paris play poor pray Prince Queen Romeo ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee Ther there's theſe thing thoſe thou thou art thought Troi Troilus true watch what's whoſe wife young
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Página 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Página 274 - 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.
Página 275 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 285 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Página 324 - 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 242 - 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!
Página 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Página 136 - 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.
Página 286 - 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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello Volumen9 de The Works of Shakespear, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Robert Martin, 1768 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dic. 2006 |
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