The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a fmoke rais'd with the fume of fighs ; Being purg'd , a fire fparkling in lover's eyes ; Being vex'd , a fea nourish'd with lover's tears : What is it elfe ? a madness most difcreet ...
... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a fmoke rais'd with the fume of fighs ; Being purg'd , a fire fparkling in lover's eyes ; Being vex'd , a fea nourish'd with lover's tears : What is it elfe ? a madness most difcreet ...
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... doth her beauty ferve , but as a note Where I may read , who pafs'd that paffing fair ? Farewel ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . SCENE II . A freet . [ Exeunt . Enter CAPULET ...
... doth her beauty ferve , but as a note Where I may read , who pafs'd that paffing fair ? Farewel ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . SCENE II . A freet . [ Exeunt . Enter CAPULET ...
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... doth fhare the glory , That in gold clafps locks in the golden story ; So fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having him , making yourself no lefs . Nurfe . No lefs ? nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak briefly ...
... doth fhare the glory , That in gold clafps locks in the golden story ; So fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having him , making yourself no lefs . Nurfe . No lefs ? nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak briefly ...
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... doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows , fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no fooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the ...
... doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle - brows , fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no fooner in , But every man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the ...
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... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , fir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear : Beauty too rich for ufe , for earth ...
... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , fir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear : Beauty too rich for ufe , for earth ...
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Page 50 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 89 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 67 - 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...
Page 89 - Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 31 - 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.
Page 21 - 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.
Page 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...