The Plays, Հատոր 10Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Mercutio . Mer . Where the devil should this Romeo be ? Came he not home to - night ? Ben . Not to his father's ; I spoke with his man . Mer . Ah , that same pale hard - hearted wench , that Rosaline , Torments him so , that he will ...
... Mercutio . Mer . Where the devil should this Romeo be ? Came he not home to - night ? Ben . Not to his father's ; I spoke with his man . Mer . Ah , that same pale hard - hearted wench , that Rosaline , Torments him so , that he will ...
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... Mercutio , my business was great ; and , in such a case as mine , a man may strain courtesy . Mer . That's as much as to say - such. * Terms of the fencing - school . + In ridicule of frenchified coxcombs . ‡ Trowsers or pantaloons , a ...
... Mercutio , my business was great ; and , in such a case as mine , a man may strain courtesy . Mer . That's as much as to say - such. * Terms of the fencing - school . + In ridicule of frenchified coxcombs . ‡ Trowsers or pantaloons , a ...
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... Mercutio and Benvolio . Nurse . Marry , farewell ! -I pray you , sir , what saucy merchant was this , that was so full of his ropery§ ? Rom . A gentleman , nurse , that loves to hear himself talk ; and will speak more in a minute , than ...
... Mercutio and Benvolio . Nurse . Marry , farewell ! -I pray you , sir , what saucy merchant was this , that was so full of his ropery§ ? Rom . A gentleman , nurse , that loves to hear himself talk ; and will speak more in a minute , than ...
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William Shakespeare. ACT III . SCENE I. A public place . Enter Mercutio , Benvolio , Page , and Servants . Ben . I pray thee , good Mercutio , let's retire ; The day is hot , the Capulets abroad , And , if we meet , we shall not ' scape ...
William Shakespeare. ACT III . SCENE I. A public place . Enter Mercutio , Benvolio , Page , and Servants . Ben . I pray thee , good Mercutio , let's retire ; The day is hot , the Capulets abroad , And , if we meet , we shall not ' scape ...
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... Mercutio , thou consortest with Romeo , - Mer . Consort ? what , dost thou make us min- strels ? an thou make minstrels of us , look to hear nothing but discords : here's my fiddlestick ; here's that shall make you dance . ' Zounds ...
... Mercutio , thou consortest with Romeo , - Mer . Consort ? what , dost thou make us min- strels ? an thou make minstrels of us , look to hear nothing but discords : here's my fiddlestick ; here's that shall make you dance . ' Zounds ...
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Էջ 30 - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven 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 --
Էջ 34 - Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Էջ 129 - 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 ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Էջ 159 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Էջ 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Էջ 21 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Էջ 31 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Էջ 163 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Էջ 123 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Էջ 174 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.