The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... dead ; That gallant fpirit hath afpir'd the clouds , Which too untimely here did fcorn the earth . Rom . This day's black fate on more days does depend ; This but begins the woe , others must end . Enter Tybalt . Ben . Here comes the ...
... dead ; That gallant fpirit hath afpir'd the clouds , Which too untimely here did fcorn the earth . Rom . This day's black fate on more days does depend ; This but begins the woe , others must end . Enter Tybalt . Ben . Here comes the ...
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... dead , he's dead , he's dead !! We are undone , lady , we are undone.- Alack the day ! he's gone , he's kill'd , he's dead . Jul . Can heaven be fo envious ? Nurfe . Romeo can , Though heav'n cannot O Romeo ! Romeo ! Who ever would have ...
... dead , he's dead , he's dead !! We are undone , lady , we are undone.- Alack the day ! he's gone , he's kill'd , he's dead . Jul . Can heaven be fo envious ? Nurfe . Romeo can , Though heav'n cannot O Romeo ! Romeo ! Who ever would have ...
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... dead ? My dear - lov'd coufin , and my dearer Lord ? Then let the trumpet found the general doom , For who is living , if those two are gone ? Nurfe . Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished , Romeo , that kill'd him , he is banished . Jul ...
... dead ? My dear - lov'd coufin , and my dearer Lord ? Then let the trumpet found the general doom , For who is living , if those two are gone ? Nurfe . Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished , Romeo , that kill'd him , he is banished . Jul ...
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... dead , that would have kill'd All this is comfort ; wherefore weep I then ? Some word there was , worfer than ybal's death , That murder'd me ; I would forget it , fain ; But , oh ! it preffes to my memory , my husband ; Like damned ...
... dead , that would have kill'd All this is comfort ; wherefore weep I then ? Some word there was , worfer than ybal's death , That murder'd me ; I would forget it , fain ; But , oh ! it preffes to my memory , my husband ; Like damned ...
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... dead : There art thou happy . Tybalt would kill thee , But thou flew'it Tybalt ; there thou'rt happy too . The law , that threatned death , became thy friend , And turn'd it to exile ; there art thou happy ; A pack of bleffings light ...
... dead : There art thou happy . Tybalt would kill thee , But thou flew'it Tybalt ; there thou'rt happy too . The law , that threatned death , became thy friend , And turn'd it to exile ; there art thou happy ; A pack of bleffings light ...
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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.