The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 8 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... heav'n , Having some business , do intreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres ' till they return . What if her eyes were there , they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars , As day - light doth a lamp ; her ...
... heav'n , Having some business , do intreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres ' till they return . What if her eyes were there , they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars , As day - light doth a lamp ; her ...
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... heav'n , Unto the white - upturned , wondring , eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides the lazy - pacing clouds , And fails upon the bosom of the air . Ful . O Romeo , Romeo , - wherefore art thou Romeo ...
... heav'n , Unto the white - upturned , wondring , eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides the lazy - pacing clouds , And fails upon the bosom of the air . Ful . O Romeo , Romeo , - wherefore art thou Romeo ...
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... heav'n bless thee ! hark you , Sir . Rom . What sayest thou , my dear nurse ? Nurse . Is your man secret ? did you ne'er hear say , Two may keep counsel , putting one away ? Rom . I warrant thee , my man's as true as steel . Nurse ...
... heav'n bless thee ! hark you , Sir . Rom . What sayest thou , my dear nurse ? Nurse . Is your man secret ? did you ne'er hear say , Two may keep counsel , putting one away ? Rom . I warrant thee , my man's as true as steel . Nurse ...
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... heav'n fo fine , That all the world shall be in love with night , And pay no worship to the garish sun . O , I have bought the manfion of a love , But not poffefs'd it ; and though I am fold , Not yet enjoy'd ; so tedious is this day ...
... heav'n fo fine , That all the world shall be in love with night , And pay no worship to the garish sun . O , I have bought the manfion of a love , But not poffefs'd it ; and though I am fold , Not yet enjoy'd ; so tedious is this day ...
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... heav'n cannot : O Romeo ! Romeo ! Who ever would have thought it , Romeo ? Jul . What devil art thou , that dost torment me thus This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell . Hath Romeo flain himself ? say thou but , I ; And that bare ...
... heav'n cannot : O Romeo ! Romeo ! Who ever would have thought it , Romeo ? Jul . What devil art thou , that dost torment me thus This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell . Hath Romeo flain himself ? say thou but , I ; And that bare ...
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