The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Bind 1C. Knight, 1851 |
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... masters , and us their men . SAM . " T is all one , I will show myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men , I ... master's kinsmen . SAM . Yes , better . ABR . You lie . ⚫ Cruel , in the undated quarto , which we mark as ( D ) ...
... masters , and us their men . SAM . " T is all one , I will show myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men , I ... master's kinsmen . SAM . Yes , better . ABR . You lie . ⚫ Cruel , in the undated quarto , which we mark as ( D ) ...
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... master's . ROM . Indeed , I should have ask'd you that before . SERV . Now I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the house of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine . Rest ...
... master's . ROM . Indeed , I should have ask'd you that before . SERV . Now I'll tell you without asking : My master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be not of the house of Montagues , I pray , come and crush a cup of wine . Rest ...
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... master here , or you ? go to . You'll not endure him ! -God shall mend You'll make a mutiny among my guests ! You will set cock - a - hoopa ! you'll be the man ! TYB . Why , uncle , ' t is a shame . 1 CAP . Go to , go to , You are a ...
... master here , or you ? go to . You'll not endure him ! -God shall mend You'll make a mutiny among my guests ! You will set cock - a - hoopa ! you'll be the man ! TYB . Why , uncle , ' t is a shame . 1 CAP . Go to , go to , You are a ...
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... master , how he dares , being dared . MER . Alas , poor Romeo , he is already dead ! stabbed with a white wench's black eye ! run thorough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt ...
... master , how he dares , being dared . MER . Alas , poor Romeo , he is already dead ! stabbed with a white wench's black eye ! run thorough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt ...
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... master , One that you love . FRI . Who is it ? BAL . Romeo . In the folio , and all quartos except ( 4 ) , we have " Why art thou yet so fair ? I will believe- Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous ? " There can be little ...
... master , One that you love . FRI . Who is it ? BAL . Romeo . In the folio , and all quartos except ( 4 ) , we have " Why art thou yet so fair ? I will believe- Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous ? " There can be little ...
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ALCIB Alcibiades APEM Apemantus Appears art thou Banquo blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Castle Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FLAV folio follow fool fortune GENT gentleman give Gloster Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honest honour IAGO Juliet KENT king knave lady LAER Laertes LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam means Mercutio Michael Cassio murther nature never night noble NURSE Othello passage play poet POLONIUS poor pray quarto reads QUEEN Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE servant Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to-night TRAGEDIES.-VOL Tybalt villain WITCH word Отн
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Side 139 - 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!
Side 175 - 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.
Side 584 - 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.
Side 562 - 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.
Side 529 - 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.
Side 125 - 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.
Side 565 - 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...
Side 18 - 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.
Side 26 - 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.
Side 27 - 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.