The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 8. kötetH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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4. oldal
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes , A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif - adventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The ( 1 ) ...
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes , A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif - adventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The ( 1 ) ...
4. oldal
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of thefe tavo foes , A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif - adventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The ( 1 ) ...
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of thefe tavo foes , A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mif - adventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The ( 1 ) ...
47. oldal
... blood , She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me ; Enter Nurfe , with Peter . O God , fhe comes . Haft thou met with him ? fend thy man away . O honey nurse , what news ? [ Exit ...
... blood , She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me ; Enter Nurfe , with Peter . O God , fhe comes . Haft thou met with him ? fend thy man away . O honey nurse , what news ? [ Exit ...
48. oldal
... to make you a wife . Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in fcarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church , I must another way , Hie 48 ROMEO and JULIET . Th' excufe, that thou doft make in this ...
... to make you a wife . Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in fcarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church , I must another way , Hie 48 ROMEO and JULIET . Th' excufe, that thou doft make in this ...
50. oldal
... blood stirring . Mer . Thou art like one of thofe fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table , and fays , God send me no need of thee ! and , by the operation of the fecond cup , draws ...
... blood stirring . Mer . Thou art like one of thofe fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table , and fays , God send me no need of thee ! and , by the operation of the fecond cup , draws ...
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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.