The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, 1±ÇC. Knight, 1851 |
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... sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun . Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow , We would as willingly give cure , as know . Enter ROMEO , at a distance . BEN . See , where he comes : So please you , step ...
... sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun . Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow , We would as willingly give cure , as know . Enter ROMEO , at a distance . BEN . See , where he comes : So please you , step ...
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... sweet . Farewell , my coz . BEN . Soft , I will go along ; An if you leave me so , you do me wrong . ROM . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he ' s some other where . BEN . Tell me in sadness , who is that ...
... sweet . Farewell , my coz . BEN . Soft , I will go along ; An if you leave me so , you do me wrong . ROM . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he ' s some other where . BEN . Tell me in sadness , who is that ...
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... sweet cake or biscuit , sometimes called almond - cake . Our macca- roons are diminutive marchpanes . C Thus ( 4 ) . ( C ) and folio , walk about . This passage , to " More light , ye knaves , " is wanting in ( A ) . Good cousin Capulet ...
... sweet cake or biscuit , sometimes called almond - cake . Our macca- roons are diminutive marchpanes . C Thus ( 4 ) . ( C ) and folio , walk about . This passage , to " More light , ye knaves , " is wanting in ( A ) . Good cousin Capulet ...
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... sweet , convert to bitter gall . Ro¬Þ . If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine , the gentle sin is this , - My lips , two blushing pilgrims , ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss . JUL . Good pilgrim ...
... sweet , convert to bitter gall . Ro¬Þ . If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine , the gentle sin is this , - My lips , two blushing pilgrims , ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss . JUL . Good pilgrim ...
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... sweet bait from fearful hooks : Being held a foe , he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear ; And she as much in love , her means much less To meet her new - beloved anywhere : But passion lends them power ...
... sweet bait from fearful hooks : Being held a foe , he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear ; And she as much in love , her means much less To meet her new - beloved anywhere : But passion lends them power ...
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139 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
584 ÆäÀÌÁö - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
562 ÆäÀÌÁö - t then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
529 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lear And my poor fool is hang'd. No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never. Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
565 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drums in his ears; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night ; And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - t is 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 eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.