Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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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 ...
... 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 ...
27 psl.
... 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 12 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 12 mine eye , Than your consent gives strength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Serv . Madam , the guests ...
43 psl.
... Speak but one rhyme , and I am satisfied ; Cry but ― Ah me ! pronounce2 but — love and dove ; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word , One nickname for her purblind son and heir , Young Adam Cupid , he that shot so trim3 , When king ...
... Speak but one rhyme , and I am satisfied ; Cry but ― Ah me ! pronounce2 but — love and dove ; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word , One nickname for her purblind son and heir , Young Adam Cupid , he that shot so trim3 , When king ...
45 psl.
... speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this sight , 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 sight , 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 ...
53 psl.
... speak- ing of a hermit : - -- ' His happy time he spends the works of God to see , In those so sundry herbs which there in plenty grow , Whose sundry strange effects he only seeks to know . And in a little maund , being made of oziers ...
... speak- ing of a hermit : - -- ' His happy time he spends the works of God to see , In those so sundry herbs which there in plenty grow , Whose sundry strange effects he only seeks to know . And in a little maund , being made of oziers ...
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¹¹ ancient Benvolio Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona devil dost doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads friar gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona Ghost give grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honest Horatio i'the Iago Juliet Julius Cæsar King Lear lady Laer Laertes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Madam madness Malone married means Measure for Measure Mercutio Michael Cassio mother murder never night Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello passage play players poet POLONIUS pray quarto of 1603 quarto reads Queen Rape of Lucrece Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain word
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245 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
288 psl. - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do ; ' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
50 psl. - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
245 psl. - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: Pray you, avoid it.
170 psl. - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
248 psl. - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
243 psl. - Nor do not sa.w the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
322 psl. - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
447 psl. - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
339 psl. - What I have done That might your nature, honour, and exception Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet: If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it, then? His madness: if 't be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.