Mr. William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello |
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Side 12
But faying o'er what I have faid before : Earth - treading ftars , that make dark heaven light. My child is yet a stranger in the world , She hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride ...
But faying o'er what I have faid before : Earth - treading ftars , that make dark heaven light. My child is yet a stranger in the world , She hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride ...
Side 37
The earth , that's nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb : And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bosom find ; Many for many virtues excellent , None but for fome ...
The earth , that's nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying grave , that is her womb : And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bosom find ; Many for many virtues excellent , None but for fome ...
Side 118
Doft thou think , Alexander look'd o ' this fashion i ' the earth ? HOR . E'en fo . HAM . And fmelt fo ? pah ! HOR . E'en fo , my lord . [ throws it down . HAM . To what base uses we may return , Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace ...
Doft thou think , Alexander look'd o ' this fashion i ' the earth ? HOR . E'en fo . HAM . And fmelt fo ? pah ! HOR . E'en fo , my lord . [ throws it down . HAM . To what base uses we may return , Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace ...
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Mr. William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet ; Hamlet ; Othello William Shakespeare Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1768 |
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bear better blood bring Caffio Capulet comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona doft doth draw earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall fame Farewel father fear fhall fhould follow fome foul fpeak friar fuch give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold Horatio hour husband I'll Iago Juliet keep king lady Laertes leave light live look lord madam marry matter means moft Moor moſt mother muſt nature never night noble Othello play poor pray queen Romeo SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tears tell thee thing thou thou art thought to-night true Tybalt villain wife young