The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, 20. kötetJ. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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67. oldal
... dear ! Will you tell me that ? it cannot be so : His son was but a ward three years ago ; Good youths , i'faith ! -Oh , youth's a jolly thing ! 8 There are many trifling variations in almost every speech of this play ; but when they are ...
... dear ! Will you tell me that ? it cannot be so : His son was but a ward three years ago ; Good youths , i'faith ! -Oh , youth's a jolly thing ! 8 There are many trifling variations in almost every speech of this play ; but when they are ...
70. oldal
... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to de- spair . 7 * Patience perforce- ] This expression is part proverbial : the old adage is- 6 " Patience perforce is a medicine for a mad dog . ” If I ...
... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to de- spair . 7 * Patience perforce- ] This expression is part proverbial : the old adage is- 6 " Patience perforce is a medicine for a mad dog . ” If I ...
71. oldal
... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . ] Juliet had said before that " palm to palm was holy palmer's kiss . " She afterwards says that " palmers have lips that they must use in ...
... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . ] Juliet had said before that " palm to palm was holy palmer's kiss . " She afterwards says that " palmers have lips that they must use in ...
72. oldal
... dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . BEN , Away , begone ; the sport is at the best . ROM . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . 1 CAP . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.2 at ...
... dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . BEN , Away , begone ; the sport is at the best . ROM . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . 1 CAP . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.2 at ...
86. oldal
... dear perfection which he owes , Without that title : -Romeo , doff thy name ; And for that name , which is no part of thee , Take all myself . " ROM . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd ; Henceforth I ...
... dear perfection which he owes , Without that title : -Romeo , doff thy name ; And for that name , which is no part of thee , Take all myself . " ROM . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd ; Henceforth I ...
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96. oldal - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
84. oldal - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
56. oldal - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
82. oldal - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
5. oldal - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
56. oldal - She is the fairies' midwife ;" and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies" Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
91. oldal - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
91. oldal - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
171. 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, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
83. oldal - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night.