The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 8 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... fleep , rose an hour before day , and went into the open air to amuse himself . ( 3 ) Pursued my humour , not pursuing his . ) But Benvolio did pursue bis ; for Romeo had a mind to be alone , so had Benvolio : and there- fore as Dr ...
... fleep , rose an hour before day , and went into the open air to amuse himself . ( 3 ) Pursued my humour , not pursuing his . ) But Benvolio did pursue bis ; for Romeo had a mind to be alone , so had Benvolio : and there- fore as Dr ...
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... fleep , that is not what it is ! This love feel I , that feel no love in this . Doft thou not laugh ? Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . Rom . Why , such is love's ...
... fleep , that is not what it is ! This love feel I , that feel no love in this . Doft thou not laugh ? Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . Rom . Why , such is love's ...
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... fleep : Come , shall we go ? Ben . Go then , for ' tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found . [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to Capulet's Garden . Rom . HEjefts Enter Romeo . at scars , that never felt a wound- But , soft ...
... fleep : Come , shall we go ? Ben . Go then , for ' tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found . [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to Capulet's Garden . Rom . HEjefts Enter Romeo . at scars , that never felt a wound- But , soft ...
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... fleep and peace , so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . Fri. SCENE changes to a Monastery . Enter Friar Lawrence , with a basket . T [ Exit . HE grey - ey'd morn ...
... fleep and peace , so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . Fri. SCENE changes to a Monastery . Enter Friar Lawrence , with a basket . T [ Exit . HE grey - ey'd morn ...
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... fleep will never lie ; But where unbruised youth with unstuft brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden fleep doth reign . Therefore thy earliness doth me affure , Thou art up - rouz'd by some distemp'rature ; Or Or if not so , then ...
... fleep will never lie ; But where unbruised youth with unstuft brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden fleep doth reign . Therefore thy earliness doth me affure , Thou art up - rouz'd by some distemp'rature ; Or Or if not so , then ...
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189 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?
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265 psl. - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
35 psl. - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
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