The plays of Shakspere, carefully revised [by J.O.] with a selection of engr. on wood from designs by K. Meadows, 167 dalis,2 tomas |
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... LADY MONTAGUE , Wife to MONTAGUE . LADY CAPULET , Wife to CAPULET JULIET , Daughter to CAPULET . Nurse to JULIET . Citizens of VERONA ; several Men and Women , relations to both Houses ; Maskers , Guards , Watchmen , and Attend..nts ...
... LADY MONTAGUE , Wife to MONTAGUE . LADY CAPULET , Wife to CAPULET JULIET , Daughter to CAPULET . Nurse to JULIET . Citizens of VERONA ; several Men and Women , relations to both Houses ; Maskers , Guards , Watchmen , and Attend..nts ...
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... LADY CAPULET . Cap . What noise is this ? -Give me my long- sword , ho ! Lady C. A crutch , a crutch ! Why call you for a sword ? Cap . My sword , I say ! -Old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in spite of me . Enter ...
... LADY CAPULET . Cap . What noise is this ? -Give me my long- sword , ho ! Lady C. A crutch , a crutch ! Why call you for a sword ? Cap . My sword , I say ! -Old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in spite of me . Enter ...
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... lady of my earth . But woo her , gentle 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 accustomed feast ...
... lady of my earth . But woo her , gentle 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 accustomed feast ...
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... LADY CAPULET , and Nurse . Lady C. Nurse , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurse . Now , by my maidenhead - at twelve years old- I bade her come . What , lamb ! what , lady- bird ! - God forbid ! where's this girl ...
... LADY CAPULET , and Nurse . Lady C. Nurse , where's my daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurse . Now , by my maidenhead - at twelve years old- I bade her come . What , lamb ! what , lady- bird ! - God forbid ! where's this girl ...
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... Lady C. What say you ? can you love the gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our feast ; Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ; Examine every married lineament , And see ...
... Lady C. What say you ? can you love the gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our feast ; Read o'er the volume of young Paris ' face , And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ; Examine every married lineament , And see ...
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The plays of Shakspere, carefully revised [by J.O.] with ..., 166 dalis,1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
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Alarum Antony arms art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Coriolanus crown daughter dead dear death Desdemona doth Duch Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry hither honour Iago John Kent King kiss lady Lear live look lord lord of Westmorland madam majesty Marcius master ne'er never night noble Northumberland OTHELLO pardon peace Pericles Poins Pompey poor pr'y thee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame shew soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak stand Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thine thou art thou hast thou shalt tongue traitor Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep wife wilt word York
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1290 psl. - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
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854 psl. - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.