The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volym 13Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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Sida 165
... Paris . Finding her parents inexorable to every entreaty of delay , the un- fortunate lady repairs to the cell of Friar Laurence , who had married her ; and receives from his hands a powerful so- porific , causing a temporary suspension ...
... Paris . Finding her parents inexorable to every entreaty of delay , the un- fortunate lady repairs to the cell of Friar Laurence , who had married her ; and receives from his hands a powerful so- porific , causing a temporary suspension ...
Sida 166
... PARIS , a young nobleman , kinsman to the prince . MONTAGUE , CAPULET , heads of two houses , at variance with each other . OLD MAN , uncle to Capulet . ROMEO , Son to Montague . MERCUTIO , kinsman to the prince , and friend to Romeo ...
... PARIS , a young nobleman , kinsman to the prince . MONTAGUE , CAPULET , heads of two houses , at variance with each other . OLD MAN , uncle to Capulet . ROMEO , Son to Montague . MERCUTIO , kinsman to the prince , and friend to Romeo ...
Sida 179
... PARIS , and SERVANT . Cap . And Montague is bound as well as I , In penalty alike ; and ' tis not hard , I think , For men so old as we to keep the peace . Pa . Of honorable reckoning are you both ; And pity ' tis , you lived at odds so ...
... PARIS , and SERVANT . Cap . And Montague is bound as well as I , In penalty alike ; and ' tis not hard , I think , For men so old as we to keep the peace . Pa . Of honorable reckoning are you both ; And pity ' tis , you lived at odds so ...
Sida 180
... Paris , get her heart ; My will to her consent is but a part : An she agree , within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice . This night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such ...
... Paris , get her heart ; My will to her consent is but a part : An she agree , within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice . This night I hold an old accustom'd feast , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such ...
Sida 187
... Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady ! lady , such a man , As all the world - Why , he's a man of wax.1 L. Cap . Verona's summer hath not such a flower . Nurse . Nay , he's a flower ; in faith , a very flower . L ...
... Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady ! lady , such a man , As all the world - Why , he's a man of wax.1 L. Cap . Verona's summer hath not such a flower . Nurse . Nay , he's a flower ; in faith , a very flower . L ...
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Sida 128 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Sida 75 - O, reason not the need ; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st. Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Sida 204 - 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.
Sida 27 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
Sida 203 - 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...
Sida 28 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behavior,) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun. the moon, and the stars...
Sida 127 - A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Sida 207 - Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say
Sida 211 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say— good night, till it be morrow.
Sida 158 - 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.