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, 13 tomasHenry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... BENVOLIO , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo . TYBALT , nephew to Lady Capulet . FRIAR LAURENCE , a Franciscan . FRIAR JOHN , of the same order . BALTHASAR , servant to Romeo . SAMPSON , GREGORY , servants to Capulet . ABRAM ...
... BENVOLIO , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo . TYBALT , nephew to Lady Capulet . FRIAR LAURENCE , a Franciscan . FRIAR JOHN , of the same order . BALTHASAR , servant to Romeo . SAMPSON , GREGORY , servants to Capulet . ABRAM ...
171 psl.
... BENVOLIO , at a distance . Gre . Say , better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . Samp . Yes , better , sir . Abr . You lie . Samp . Draw , if you be men . - Gregory , remember 1 the swashing 1 blow . [ they fight . 1 Noisy . Ben ...
... BENVOLIO , at a distance . Gre . Say , better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . Samp . Yes , better , sir . Abr . You lie . Samp . Draw , if you be men . - Gregory , remember 1 the swashing 1 blow . [ they fight . 1 Noisy . Ben ...
172 psl.
... Benvolio ; look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Ty . What , drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the word , As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee : Have at ...
... Benvolio ; look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Ty . What , drawn , and talk of peace ? I hate the word , As I hate hell , all Montagues , and thee : Have at ...
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... BENVOLIO and ROMEO . Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burning ; One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy , and be holp by backward turning : One desperate grief cures with another's lan- guish : Take thou ...
... BENVOLIO and ROMEO . Ben . Tut , man ! one fire burns out another's burning ; One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy , and be holp by backward turning : One desperate grief cures with another's lan- guish : Take thou ...
188 psl.
... BENVOLIO , with five or six Maskers , Torch - bearers , and others . Ro . What , shall this speech be spoke for our excuse , Or shall we on without apology ? Ben . The date is out of such prolixity : We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with ...
... BENVOLIO , with five or six Maskers , Torch - bearers , and others . Ro . What , shall this speech be spoke for our excuse , Or shall we on without apology ? Ben . The date is out of such prolixity : We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with ...
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The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare– According to the Improved Text ..., 13 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1842 |
The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare– According to the Improved Text ..., 13 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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Alack art thou banished BENVOLIO blood Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool France FRIAR LAURENCE gentleman give Glos Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave LADY CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married master Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'er Paris poor Pr'ythee pray prince Regan ROMEO AND JULIET Samp SCENE Servants SHAK sirrah sister slain sleep speak stand stay Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt Verona vex'd villain weep word
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128 psl. - 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.
75 psl. - 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.
204 psl. - 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.
27 psl. - 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.
203 psl. - 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...
28 psl. - 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...
127 psl. - 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?
207 psl. - 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
211 psl. - 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.
158 psl. - 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.