The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, 7. kötetR. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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15. oldal
... Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , - And yet , to my teen be it spoken , I have but four , - She's not fourteen : How long is't now to Lammas- La . Cap . A ...
... Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , - And yet , to my teen be it spoken , I have but four , - She's not fourteen : How long is't now to Lammas- La . Cap . A ...
17. oldal
... faith , a very flower . La . Cap . What fay you ? can you love the gentleman ? This night you fhall behold him at our feast : Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ; Examine every ...
... faith , a very flower . La . Cap . What fay you ? can you love the gentleman ? This night you fhall behold him at our feast : Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ; Examine every ...
25. oldal
... faith turn to defpair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' fake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayers effect I take . Thus from my lips by yours , my fin is purg'd . [ Kiffing her . Jul . Then have my lips ? the ...
... faith turn to defpair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' fake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayers effect I take . Thus from my lips by yours , my fin is purg'd . [ Kiffing her . Jul . Then have my lips ? the ...
42. oldal
... faith : wifely , wifely . Nurfe . If you be he , fir , I defire fome confidence with you . Ben . She will indite him to fome fupper . Mer . A bawd , a bawd , a bawd ! So ho ! Rom . What haft thou found ? Mer . No hare , fir ; unless a ...
... faith : wifely , wifely . Nurfe . If you be he , fir , I defire fome confidence with you . Ben . She will indite him to fome fupper . Mer . A bawd , a bawd , a bawd ! So ho ! Rom . What haft thou found ? Mer . No hare , fir ; unless a ...
43. oldal
... were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman , and very weak dealing . Rom . Nurse , commend me to thy lady and mistress . I proteft unto thee- Nurfe . Nurfe . Good heart ! and , i'faith , I At II . 43 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman , and very weak dealing . Rom . Nurse , commend me to thy lady and mistress . I proteft unto thee- Nurfe . Nurfe . Good heart ! and , i'faith , I At II . 43 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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50. oldal - 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.
89. oldal - 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
105. oldal - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
67. oldal - 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...
89. oldal - 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
31. oldal - 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.
21. oldal - 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.
14. oldal - 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...
89. oldal - 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.
83. oldal - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...