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... some other maid , That I will fhew you , fhining at this feaft , And she will shew fcant well , that now fhews best . Rom . I'll go along , no such sight to be shewn ; But to rejoice in fplendor of mine own . SCENE IV . Change to ...
... some other maid , That I will fhew you , fhining at this feaft , And she will shew fcant well , that now fhews best . Rom . I'll go along , no such sight to be shewn ; But to rejoice in fplendor of mine own . SCENE IV . Change to ...
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... Some confequence , yet hanging in the Stars , Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels ; and expire the term Of a defpifed life clos'd in my breast , By fome vile forfeit of untimely death . But he , that hath the ...
... Some confequence , yet hanging in the Stars , Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels ; and expire the term Of a defpifed life clos'd in my breast , By fome vile forfeit of untimely death . But he , that hath the ...
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... Some five and twenty years , and then we mafk'd . 2 Cap . ' Tis more , ' tis more ; his fon is elder , Sir : His fon is thirty . 1 Cap . Will you tell me that ? His fon was but a ward two years ago . Rom . What lady's that , which doth ...
... Some five and twenty years , and then we mafk'd . 2 Cap . ' Tis more , ' tis more ; his fon is elder , Sir : His fon is thirty . 1 Cap . Will you tell me that ? His fon was but a ward two years ago . Rom . What lady's that , which doth ...
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... Some twenty of them fought in this black ftrife , And all thofe twenty could but kill one life . I beg for juftice , which thou , Prince , must give ; Romeo flew Tybalt , Romeo muft not live . 1 Prin . Romeo flew him , he flew Mercutio ...
... Some twenty of them fought in this black ftrife , And all thofe twenty could but kill one life . I beg for juftice , which thou , Prince , must give ; Romeo flew Tybalt , Romeo muft not live . 1 Prin . Romeo flew him , he flew Mercutio ...
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... Some word there was , woffer than Tybalt's death , ! . That murder'd me ; I would forget it , fain ; But , oh ! it preffes to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to finners ' minds . Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished ! That banished ...
... Some word there was , woffer than Tybalt's death , ! . That murder'd me ; I would forget it , fain ; But , oh ! it preffes to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to finners ' minds . Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished ! That banished ...
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againſt anfwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Capulet caufe Clown Cyprus death Desdemona doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame father fatire feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies firft flain fleep folio fome foul fpeak fpeech Friar Lawrence ftand fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft huſband Iago itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes laft lago Lord Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe obferve old quarto Ophelia Othello paffage paffion play Polonius POPE prefent purpoſe quarto Queen racter reafon Romeo SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD There's theſe thing thofe thou art tion Tybalt uſed villain WARB WARBURTON whofe wife William Shakespeare word yourſelf
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202 psl. - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit/ and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
240 psl. - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
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230 psl. - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
165 psl. - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
29 psl. - I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels...
344 psl. - My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
41 psl. - 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.
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