Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... hear more ? 462 470 " Post . Spare you arithmetick : never count the turns ; Once , and a million ! lach . I'll be sworn- Post . No swearing : — If you will swear you have not done't , you'lie If 54 A & II . CYMBELINE . She could not ...
... hear more ? 462 470 " Post . Spare you arithmetick : never count the turns ; Once , and a million ! lach . I'll be sworn- Post . No swearing : — If you will swear you have not done't , you'lie If 54 A & II . CYMBELINE . She could not ...
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... Hear'st thou , Pisanio ? He is at Milford - Haven : Read , and tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? -Then , true Pisanio 141 ( Who long'st , like me , to ...
... Hear'st thou , Pisanio ? He is at Milford - Haven : Read , and tell me How far ' tis thither . If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? -Then , true Pisanio 141 ( Who long'st , like me , to ...
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... hear The rain and wind beat dark December , how , In this our pinching cave , shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing We are beastly ; subtle as the fox , for prey ; Like warlike as the wolf , for what we eat ...
... hear The rain and wind beat dark December , how , In this our pinching cave , shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing We are beastly ; subtle as the fox , for prey ; Like warlike as the wolf , for what we eat ...
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... hear me . Imo . True honest men being heard , like false ¨¡neas , Were , in his time , thought false : and Sinon's weep- ing Did scandal many a holy tear ; took pity 350 From most true wretchedness : So , thou , Posthumus , Wilt lay the ...
... hear me . Imo . True honest men being heard , like false ¨¡neas , Were , in his time , thought false : and Sinon's weep- ing Did scandal many a holy tear ; took pity 350 From most true wretchedness : So , thou , Posthumus , Wilt lay the ...
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... Hear me with patience . Imo . Talk thy tongue weary ; speak : I have heard , I am a strumpet ; and mine ear , Therein false struck , can take no greater wound , Nor tent to bottom that . But speak , Pis . Then , madam , 410 I thought I ...
... Hear me with patience . Imo . Talk thy tongue weary ; speak : I have heard , I am a strumpet ; and mine ear , Therein false struck , can take no greater wound , Nor tent to bottom that . But speak , Pis . Then , madam , 410 I thought I ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou ARVIRAGUS Attorney at Law BELARIUS Ben Jonson Benvolio Bookseller Bristol Britons C©¡sar CAPULET Clot Cloten CYMBELINE dead dear death doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flowers folio Friar Friar LAWRENCE gentleman George give gleek gods grave grief Guid GUIDERIUS hand hath heart heaven hence Here's honour Iachimo Imogen James John JOHNSON king lach lady Leonatus lord madam MALONE Mantua married mean Mercutio mistress Montague musick night noble Nurse old copy Paris passage Pisanio play Post Posthumus pray Prince quarto Queen Roman Romeo Romeus and Juliet SCENE Shakspere shew sleep speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell Theatre-Royal thee thine thing Thomas thou art thou hast Tybalt Verona villain WARBURTON William word
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
80 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.