The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Bind 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Side 9
... Lady Montague . Mon. Thou villain , Capulet - Hold me not , let me go . La . Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to seek a fee . - 1 A A - 5- Enter Enter Prince , with attendants . -- Prin . Rebellious ROMEO and JULIET . 9.
... Lady Montague . Mon. Thou villain , Capulet - Hold me not , let me go . La . Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to seek a fee . - 1 A A - 5- Enter Enter Prince , with attendants . -- Prin . Rebellious ROMEO and JULIET . 9.
Side 15
... hold an old - accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you , among the ftore , One more , most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor houfe , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars ...
... hold an old - accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ; and you , among the ftore , One more , most welcome , makes my number more . At my poor houfe , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars ...
Side 19
... hold thy peace . Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it should leave crying ,, and fay , Ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone . a perilous knock , and it ...
... hold thy peace . Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it should leave crying ,, and fay , Ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone . a perilous knock , and it ...
Side 27
... hold it not a fin . Cap . Why , how now , kinfman , wherefore storm you fo ? Tyb . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe : A villain , that is hither come in spight , To fcorn at our folemnity this night . Cap . Young Romeo , is't ? Tyb ...
... hold it not a fin . Cap . Why , how now , kinfman , wherefore storm you fo ? Tyb . Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe : A villain , that is hither come in spight , To fcorn at our folemnity this night . Cap . Young Romeo , is't ? Tyb ...
Side 29
... hold of her , Shall have the chink . Rom . Is the a Capulet ? O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . Ben . Away , be gone , the sport is at the best . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my unreft . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare ...
... hold of her , Shall have the chink . Rom . Is the a Capulet ? O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . Ben . Away , be gone , the sport is at the best . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my unreft . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare ...
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Side 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Side 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Side 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Side 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Side 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Side 221 - I have kissed 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
Side 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Side 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Side 31 - 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.
Side 26 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.