The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 8. kötetH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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7. oldal
... Capulets . G SAMPSON . REGORY , on my word , we'll not carry coals . Greg . No , for then we fhould be colliers . Sam . I mean , an ' we be in choler , we'll draw . Greg . Ay , while you live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ...
... Capulets . G SAMPSON . REGORY , on my word , we'll not carry coals . Greg . No , for then we fhould be colliers . Sam . I mean , an ' we be in choler , we'll draw . Greg . Ay , while you live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ...
6. oldal
... Capulet . Friar Lawrence .. Friar John . Balthafar , Servant to Romeo . Page to Paris . Sampfon , } Servants to Capulet .. Gregory , S Abram , Servant to Montague . Apothecary . Simon Catling , Hugh Rebeck , Samuel Soundboard , ? 3 ...
... Capulet . Friar Lawrence .. Friar John . Balthafar , Servant to Romeo . Page to Paris . Sampfon , } Servants to Capulet .. Gregory , S Abram , Servant to Montague . Apothecary . Simon Catling , Hugh Rebeck , Samuel Soundboard , ? 3 ...
7. oldal
... Capulets . G SAMPSON . REGORY , on my word , we'll not carry coals . Greg . No , for then we fhould be colliers . Sam . I mean , an ' we be in choler , we'll draw . Greg . Ay , while you live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ...
... Capulets . G SAMPSON . REGORY , on my word , we'll not carry coals . Greg . No , for then we fhould be colliers . Sam . I mean , an ' we be in choler , we'll draw . Greg . Ay , while you live , draw your neck out of the collar . Sam . I ...
9. oldal
... Capulets , down with the Montagues ! Enter old Capulet in bis gown , and lady Capulet . " Cap . What noife is this ? give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch - why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old ...
... Capulets , down with the Montagues ! Enter old Capulet in bis gown , and lady Capulet . " Cap . What noife is this ? give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch - why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old ...
10. oldal
... Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And , Montague , come you this afternoon , To know our further pleasure in this case , To old Free - town , our common judgment - place : Once more , on pain of death , all men depart . [ Exeunt Prince ...
... Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And , Montague , come you this afternoon , To know our further pleasure in this case , To old Free - town , our common judgment - place : Once more , on pain of death , all men depart . [ Exeunt Prince ...
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231. oldal - 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 ?
17. oldal - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
123. oldal - 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...
177. oldal - 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.
185. oldal - 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?
221. oldal - 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
160. oldal - 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.
261. oldal - 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.
31. oldal - 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.
26. oldal - 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.