The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Հատոր 8J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? Ben . Here were the fervants of your adverfary , And yours , clofe fighting , ere I did approach ; I drew to part them : In the inftant came The fiery Tybalt , with his fword prepar'd ...
... Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? Ben . Here were the fervants of your adverfary , And yours , clofe fighting , ere I did approach ; I drew to part them : In the inftant came The fiery Tybalt , with his fword prepar'd ...
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... Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move . But no more deep will I indart mine eye , Than your confent gives ftrength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests ...
... Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move . But no more deep will I indart mine eye , Than your confent gives ftrength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests ...
Էջ 36
... Speak but one Rhyme , and I am fatisfied . Cry but Ab me ! couple but love and dove , Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word , One - ) One nick - name to her pur - 36 ROMEO and JULIET . ACT II. SCENE I. ...
... Speak but one Rhyme , and I am fatisfied . Cry but Ab me ! couple but love and dove , Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word , One - ) One nick - name to her pur - 36 ROMEO and JULIET . ACT II. SCENE I. ...
Էջ 39
... speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this Sight , being o'er my head , As is a winged messenger from heav'n , Unto the white - upturned , wondring , eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him ; When he bestrides ...
... speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this Sight , being o'er my head , As is a winged messenger from heav'n , Unto the white - upturned , wondring , eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him ; When he bestrides ...
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... speak to - night Fain would I dwell on form ; fain , fain , deny What I have spoke but farewel compliment ! Doft thou love me ? I know , thou wilt fay , ay ; And I will take thy word yet if thou fwear'ft , Thou may'st prove false ; at ...
... speak to - night Fain would I dwell on form ; fain , fain , deny What I have spoke but farewel compliment ! Doft thou love me ? I know , thou wilt fay , ay ; And I will take thy word yet if thou fwear'ft , Thou may'st prove false ; at ...
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Էջ 169 - 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...
Էջ 216 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Էջ 339 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Էջ 29 - 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.
Էջ 142 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Էջ 285 - ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that 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...
Էջ 213 - 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.
Էջ 27 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Էջ 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Էջ 39 - 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.