Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... means do you make to him ? Enter Post . Not any ; but abide the change of time : Quake in the present winter's state , and wish 300 That warmer days would come : In these fear'd hopes , I barely gratify your love ; they failing , I must ...
... means do you make to him ? Enter Post . Not any ; but abide the change of time : Quake in the present winter's state , and wish 300 That warmer days would come : In these fear'd hopes , I barely gratify your love ; they failing , I must ...
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... mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? -Then , true Pisanio 141 ( Who long'st , like me , to see thy lord ; who long'st- O , let me ' bate — but not like me : —yet long'st— But in a fainter kind : -O ...
... mean affairs May plod it in a week , why may not I Glide thither in a day ? -Then , true Pisanio 141 ( Who long'st , like me , to see thy lord ; who long'st- O , let me ' bate — but not like me : —yet long'st— But in a fainter kind : -O ...
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... means ! Though peril to my modesty , not death on't , ' I would adventure . Pis . Well , then here's the point : You must forget to be a woman ; change Command into obedience ; fear , and niceness ( The handmaids of all women , or ...
... means ! Though peril to my modesty , not death on't , ' I would adventure . Pis . Well , then here's the point : You must forget to be a woman ; change Command into obedience ; fear , and niceness ( The handmaids of all women , or ...
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... means abroad You have me , rich ; and I will never fail Beginning , nor supplyment . Imo . Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with . Pr'ythee , away : There's more to be consider'd ; but we'll even All that good time will ...
... means abroad You have me , rich ; and I will never fail Beginning , nor supplyment . Imo . Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with . Pr'ythee , away : There's more to be consider'd ; but we'll even All that good time will ...
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... means for thy relief , nor my voice for thy preferment . 644 Pis . Well , my good lord . Clot . Wilt thou serve me ? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus , thou can'st not in ...
... means for thy relief , nor my voice for thy preferment . 644 Pis . Well , my good lord . Clot . Wilt thou serve me ? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus , thou can'st not in ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou ARVIRAGUS Attorney at Law BELARIUS Ben Jonson Benvolio Bookseller Bristol Britons Cæsar CAPULET Clot Cloten CYMBELINE dead dear death doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flowers folio Friar Friar LAWRENCE gentleman George give gleek gods grave grief Guid GUIDERIUS hand hath heart heaven hence Here's honour Iachimo Imogen James John JOHNSON king lach lady Leonatus lord madam MALONE Mantua married mean Mercutio mistress Montague musick night noble Nurse old copy Paris passage Pisanio play Post Posthumus pray Prince quarto Queen Roman Romeo Romeus and Juliet SCENE Shakspere shew sleep speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell Theatre-Royal thee thine thing Thomas thou art thou hast Tybalt Verona villain WARBURTON William word
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Página 33 - 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: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Página 115 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 115 - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Página 22 - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Página 36 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 37 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Página 34 - 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.
Página 66 - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Página 37 - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Página 80 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.