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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4. oldal
... marry ; I fear thee ! Sam . Let us take the law of our fides ; let them begin . Greg . I will frown , as I pass 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 pass 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 ...
15. oldal
... marry ; I remember it well . ' Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years ; And she was wean'd , -I never fhall forget it- Of all the days of the year , upon that day : For I had then laid wormwood to my dug , Sitting i ' the fun under ...
... marry ; I remember it well . ' Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years ; And she was wean'd , -I never fhall forget it- Of all the days of the year , upon that day : For I had then laid wormwood to my dug , Sitting i ' the fun under ...
16. oldal
... Marry , that marry is the very theme I came to talk of : - ' -Tell me , daughter Juliet , How ftands your difpofition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ! were not I thine only nurse , I'd say ...
... Marry , that marry is the very theme I came to talk of : - ' -Tell me , daughter Juliet , How ftands your difpofition to be married ? Jul . It is an honour that I dream not of . Nurfe . An honour ! were not I thine only nurse , I'd say ...
24. oldal
... ? This trick may chance to feathe you ; -I know what.- You must contrary me ! marry , ' tis time- Well faid , my hearts : -You are a princox ; go : - Be Be quiet , or - More light , more light 24 Aa 1 . ROMEO AND JULIET ,
... ? This trick may chance to feathe you ; -I know what.- You must contrary me ! marry , ' tis time- Well faid , my hearts : -You are a princox ; go : - Be Be quiet , or - More light , more light 24 Aa 1 . ROMEO AND JULIET ,
25. oldal
... Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the houfe , And a good lady , and a wife , and virtuous : I nurs'd her daughter , that you talk'd withal ; C I tell I tell you he that can lay hold of her Aa I. 25 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the houfe , And a good lady , and a wife , and virtuous : I nurs'd her daughter , that you talk'd withal ; C I tell I tell you he that can lay hold of her Aa I. 25 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...