The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... marry : I fear thee ! - Sam . Let us take the law of our fides : let them begin .. Greg . I will frown as I pafs by , and let them take it as they lift . Sam . Nay , as they dare . I will bite my thumb at them , which is a difgrace to ...
... marry : I fear thee ! - Sam . Let us take the law of our fides : let them begin .. Greg . I will frown as I pafs by , and let them take it as they lift . Sam . Nay , as they dare . I will bite my thumb at them , which is a difgrace to ...
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... marry , I remember it well . ' Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years , and she was wean'd , I never fhall forget it ... married once , I have my wish . La .. Cap . And that fime marriage is the very theme .. I came I came to talk of ...
... marry , I remember it well . ' Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years , and she was wean'd , I never fhall forget it ... married once , I have my wish . La .. Cap . And that fime marriage is the very theme .. I came I came to talk of ...
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... married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I'd fay , thou hadft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger : Here in Verona , ladies of ...
... married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ? were not I thine only nurse , I'd fay , thou hadft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat . La . Cap . Well , think of marriage now ; younger : Here in Verona , ladies of ...
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... or ( more light , Marry , ' tis time . -You are a princox , go : - more light , for fhame ) I'll make you quiet - What ? cheerly , my hearts . B 2 Tyb . Tyb . Patience perforce , with wilful choler meeting , ROMEO and JULIET . 2.7.
... or ( more light , Marry , ' tis time . -You are a princox , go : - more light , for fhame ) I'll make you quiet - What ? cheerly , my hearts . B 2 Tyb . Tyb . Patience perforce , with wilful choler meeting , ROMEO and JULIET . 2.7.
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... Marry , bachelor , ( 12 ) If I profane with my unworthy band This boly forine , the gentle fin is this , [ To her Nurse , My lips , two blufbing pilgrims , & c . ] All profanations are fuppos'd to be expiated either by fome meritorious ...
... Marry , bachelor , ( 12 ) If I profane with my unworthy band This boly forine , the gentle fin is this , [ To her Nurse , My lips , two blufbing pilgrims , & c . ] All profanations are fuppos'd to be expiated either by fome meritorious ...
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Page 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 ?
Page 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.