The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 8±ÇC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . Sam . True , and therefore women , being the weakest , are ... thee . Greg . How , turn thy back and run ? Sam . Fear me not . Greg . No , marry : I fear thee ! Sam . Let us take the ...
... thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . Sam . True , and therefore women , being the weakest , are ... thee . Greg . How , turn thy back and run ? Sam . Fear me not . Greg . No , marry : I fear thee ! Sam . Let us take the ...
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... thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy fword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tyb . What drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the word As I hate hell , all Montagues and thee : Have at ...
... thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy fword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tyb . What drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the word As I hate hell , all Montagues and thee : Have at ...
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... thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; but fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in fadnefs make his will ? - O word , ill - urg'd to one that is fo ill ! In fadnefs , coufin , I do love a woman . Ben . I aim'd fo near , when I fuppos'd ...
... thee ? Ben . Groan ? why , no ; but fadly tell me , who . Rom . Bid a fick man in fadnefs make his will ? - O word , ill - urg'd to one that is fo ill ! In fadnefs , coufin , I do love a woman . Ben . I aim'd fo near , when I fuppos'd ...
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... thee ? Rom . For your broken fhin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? 1 Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a mad - man is : Shut up in prifon , kept without my food , Whipt and tormented : and - Good - e'en , good fellow . [ To the ...
... thee ? Rom . For your broken fhin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? 1 Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a mad - man is : Shut up in prifon , kept without my food , Whipt and tormented : and - Good - e'en , good fellow . [ To the ...
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... thee too , I pray thee , nurfe , fay I. Nurfe . Peace , I have done : God mark thee to his grace ! Thou waft the prettiest babe , that e'er I nurft . An ' I might live to fee thee married once , I have my with . La . Cap . And that fame ...
... thee too , I pray thee , nurfe , fay I. Nurfe . Peace , I have done : God mark thee to his grace ! Thou waft the prettiest babe , that e'er I nurft . An ' I might live to fee thee married once , I have my with . La . Cap . And that fame ...
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32 ÆäÀÌÁö - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
190 ÆäÀÌÁö - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.