The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 9F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? Ben . Here were the servants of your adversary , And yours , close fighting ere I did approach : I drew to part them ; in the instant came The fiery Tybalt , with his sword prepar'd ; Which ...
... Speak , nephew , were you by , when it began ? Ben . Here were the servants of your adversary , And yours , close fighting ere I did approach : I drew to part them ; in the instant came The fiery Tybalt , with his sword prepar'd ; Which ...
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... Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move : But no more deep will I endart mine eye , Than your consent gives strength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests ...
... Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move : But no more deep will I endart mine eye , Than your consent gives strength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests ...
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... Speak but one rhyme , and I am satisfied ; Cry but - Ah me ! couple but - love and dove ; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word , One nick - name for her purblind son and heir , Young Adam Cupid , he that shot to trim , When king ...
... Speak but one rhyme , and I am satisfied ; Cry but - Ah me ! couple but - love and dove ; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word , One nick - name for her purblind son and heir , Young Adam Cupid , he that shot to trim , When king ...
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... 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 wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides the ...
... 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 wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides the ...
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... speak at this ? [ Aside . Jul . " Tis but thy name , that is my enemy ; - Thou art thyself though , not a Montague . What's Montague ? it is nor hand , nor foot , Nor arm , nor face , nor any other part Belonging to a man . O , be some ...
... speak at this ? [ Aside . Jul . " Tis but thy name , that is my enemy ; - Thou art thyself though , not a Montague . What's Montague ? it is nor hand , nor foot , Nor arm , nor face , nor any other part Belonging to a man . O , be some ...
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Page 211 - 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.
Page 132 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 193 - Get thee to a nunnery ; Why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners ? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ! We are arrant knaves, all ; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Page 138 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 146 - 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. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 191 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Page 188 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 219 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 35 - 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.
Page 65 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.