The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Tom 10F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Strona 14
... weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppression . Rom . Why , such is love's transgression . " - Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have it prest With more of thine : this ...
... weep . Rom . Good heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppression . Rom . Why , such is love's transgression . " - Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast ; Which thou wilt propagate , to have it prest With more of thine : this ...
Strona 21
... thy peace . * Nay , I do bear a brain : ] That is , I have a perfect remem- brance or recollection . it stinted , ] i . e . it stopped , it forbore from weeping . VOL . X. D Nurse . Yes , madam ; Yet I cannot choose ROMEO AND JULIET . 21.
... thy peace . * Nay , I do bear a brain : ] That is , I have a perfect remem- brance or recollection . it stinted , ] i . e . it stopped , it forbore from weeping . VOL . X. D Nurse . Yes , madam ; Yet I cannot choose ROMEO AND JULIET . 21.
Strona 70
... weep I then ? Some word there was , worser than Tybalt's death , That murder'd me : I would forget it fain ; But , O ! it presses to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to sinners ' minds : Tybalt is dead , and Romeo - banished ; That ...
... weep I then ? Some word there was , worser than Tybalt's death , That murder'd me : I would forget it fain ; But , O ! it presses to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to sinners ' minds : Tybalt is dead , and Romeo - banished ; That ...
Strona 71
... Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither . Jul . Wash they his wounds with tears ? mine shall be spent , When theirs are dry , for Romeo's banishment . Take up those cords : -Poor ropes ...
... Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither . Jul . Wash they his wounds with tears ? mine shall be spent , When theirs are dry , for Romeo's banishment . Take up those cords : -Poor ropes ...
Strona 74
... made drunk . Nurse . O , he is even in my mistress ' case , Just in her case ! Fri. O woeful sympathy ! Even so lies she , Piteous predicament ! Nurse . Blubbering and weeping , weeping and blubbering : - Stand 74 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... made drunk . Nurse . O , he is even in my mistress ' case , Just in her case ! Fri. O woeful sympathy ! Even so lies she , Piteous predicament ! Nurse . Blubbering and weeping , weeping and blubbering : - Stand 74 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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ancient art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman give grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet kill'd King kiss lady Lady CAPULET Laer Laertes lago look lord madam Mantua married means Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife wilt word
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Strona 355 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Strona 235 - 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.
Strona 148 - Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous chief in that.('3) Neither a borrower nor a lender be : For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all,...
Strona 190 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me.
Strona 41 - Jul. 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.
Strona 310 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which, I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
Strona 159 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Strona 134 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Strona 190 - 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.
Strona 221 - 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.