The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... gone . Rom . Give me a torch , I am not for this ambling . Being but heavy , I will bear the light . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul ...
... gone . Rom . Give me a torch , I am not for this ambling . Being but heavy , I will bear the light . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not I , believe me ; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul ...
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... gone ! Will now deny to dance ? fhe that makes dainty , I'll fwear , hath corns ; am I come near you now ? Welcome ... gone ; ' tis gone ; [ Mufick plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the ...
... gone ! Will now deny to dance ? fhe that makes dainty , I'll fwear , hath corns ; am I come near you now ? Welcome ... gone ; ' tis gone ; [ Mufick plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the ...
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... gone , the fport is at the beft . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my unreft . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone , We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is it e'en fo why , then , I thank you all . I thank you ...
... gone , the fport is at the beft . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my unreft . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone , We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is it e'en fo why , then , I thank you all . I thank you ...
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... gone . [ Exeunt . Enter CHORUS . * Now old defire doth on his death - bed lie , And young affection gapes to be his heir : That fair , for which love groan'd fore , and would die , With tender Juliet match'd , is now not fair . Now ...
... gone . [ Exeunt . Enter CHORUS . * Now old defire doth on his death - bed lie , And young affection gapes to be his heir : That fair , for which love groan'd fore , and would die , With tender Juliet match'd , is now not fair . Now ...
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... gone , And yet no further than a wanton's bird , That lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prifoner in his twisted gyves , And with a filk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would , I ...
... gone , And yet no further than a wanton's bird , That lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prifoner in his twisted gyves , And with a filk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would , I ...
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Page 32 - 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?
Page 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Page 210 - 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
Page 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Page 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
Page 160 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as 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.
Page 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 66 - 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 36 - 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.