The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, כרך 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 79
עמוד 17
... Exit .. Rom . When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains fuch falfhoods , then turn tears to fires And thefe , who , often drown'd , could never die , Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all ...
... Exit .. Rom . When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains fuch falfhoods , then turn tears to fires And thefe , who , often drown'd , could never die , Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! th ' all ...
עמוד 30
... Exit Chorus . ACT II . SCENE , The STREET . ANI go Enter Romeo alone . ROMEO . C forward when my heart is here ? Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out . * Enter Benvolio , with Mercutio . Ben . Romeo , my coufin Romeo . Mer ...
... Exit Chorus . ACT II . SCENE , The STREET . ANI go Enter Romeo alone . ROMEO . C forward when my heart is here ? Turn back , dull earth , and find thy center out . * Enter Benvolio , with Mercutio . Ben . Romeo , my coufin Romeo . Mer ...
עמוד 36
... Exit . Jul . Three words , dear Romeo , and good night , indeed : If that thy bent of love be honourable , Thy purpose marriage , fend me word to - morrow , By one that I'll procure to come to thee , Where and what time thou wilt ...
... Exit . Jul . Three words , dear Romeo , and good night , indeed : If that thy bent of love be honourable , Thy purpose marriage , fend me word to - morrow , By one that I'll procure to come to thee , Where and what time thou wilt ...
עמוד 37
... Exit . Rom . Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , peace in thy breast ! " Would I were fleep and peace , fo fweet to reft ! Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's close cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . Fri. SCENE changes to a ...
... Exit . Rom . Sleep dwell upon thine eyes , peace in thy breast ! " Would I were fleep and peace , fo fweet to reft ! Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's close cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . Fri. SCENE changes to a ...
עמוד 46
... Exit Romeo . Nurfe . Ay , a thousand times . Peter , - Pet . Anon ? Nurfe . Take my fan , and go before . ( 18 ) Rom . Ay , nurse , what of that ? Both with an R. [ Exeunt . Nurfe . Ab mocker ! that's the dog's name . R. is for the no ...
... Exit Romeo . Nurfe . Ay , a thousand times . Peter , - Pet . Anon ? Nurfe . Take my fan , and go before . ( 18 ) Rom . Ay , nurse , what of that ? Both with an R. [ Exeunt . Nurfe . Ab mocker ! that's the dog's name . R. is for the no ...
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עמוד 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 ?
עמוד 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.