The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Romeo and Juliet; Hamlet; OthelloJ. Munroe and Company, 1856 |
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Side 40
... pray thee ? Rom . For your broken shin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a ... pray , sir , can you read ? Rom . Ay , mine own fortune in my misery . Serv . Perhaps you have learn'd it without book ...
... pray thee ? Rom . For your broken shin . Ben . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? Rom . Not mad , but bound more than a ... pray , sir , can you read ? Rom . Ay , mine own fortune in my misery . Serv . Perhaps you have learn'd it without book ...
Side 41
... pray , come and crush a cup of wine.8 Rest you merry . [ Exit . Ben . At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline , whom thou so lov'st , With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither ; and , with unattainted ...
... pray , come and crush a cup of wine.8 Rest you merry . [ Exit . Ben . At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline , whom thou so lov'st , With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither ; and , with unattainted ...
Side 44
... pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurse . Yes , madam : Yet I cannot choose but laugh , To think it should leave crying , and say , " Ay : " And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone , A perilous ...
... pray thee , hold thy peace . Nurse . Yes , madam : Yet I cannot choose but laugh , To think it should leave crying , and say , " Ay : " And yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone , A perilous ...
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... prayer or two , And sleeps again . This is that very Mab , That plats the manes of horses in the night ; 17 And bakes the elf - locks in foul sluttish hairs , Which , once untangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids ...
... prayer or two , And sleeps again . This is that very Mab , That plats the manes of horses in the night ; 17 And bakes the elf - locks in foul sluttish hairs , Which , once untangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids ...
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... prayer . - in Rom . O then ! dear saint , let lips do what hands do : They pray ; grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I ...
... prayer . - in Rom . O then ! dear saint , let lips do what hands do : They pray ; grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I ...
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art thou beauty BENVOLIO Brabantio Capulet Cassio character Coleridge Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona devil dost doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio Friar gentlemen Ghost give Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven honour Horatio i'the Iago Iago's is't Juliet Julius Cæsar King lady Laer Laertes look lord Mantua marriage married means Mercutio Michael Cassio mind Moor nature never night noble Nurse old copies Ophelia Osrick Othello passage passion play Poet Poet's POLONIUS pray quarto of 1597 quarto of 1622 Queen Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet scene second folio sense Shakespeare soul speak speech sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word Zounds
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Side 375 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Side 272 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Side 116 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Side 70 - 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.
Side 354 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...
Side 283 - 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 villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Side 226 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect...
Side 306 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 279 - Get thee to a nunnery; Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Side 66 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.