The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, Band 6J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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( a ) fweet Lady ! Neft . Our General doth falute you with a kiss . Uhf . Yet is the
kindness but particular ; ' Twere better the were kiss'd in general . Nelf . And very
courtly counsel : I'll begin . So much for Neftor . Achil . I'll take that winter from
your ...
( a ) fweet Lady ! Neft . Our General doth falute you with a kiss . Uhf . Yet is the
kindness but particular ; ' Twere better the were kiss'd in general . Nelf . And very
courtly counsel : I'll begin . So much for Neftor . Achil . I'll take that winter from
your ...
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No , by the flame of yonder glorious heav'n , He shall not carry him : I'll be taken
too , Or bring him off : Fate , hear me what I say ; I reck not , though thou end my
life today . [ Exit . Enter One in armour . ' Heat . Stand , stand , thou Greek , thou
art ...
No , by the flame of yonder glorious heav'n , He shall not carry him : I'll be taken
too , Or bring him off : Fate , hear me what I say ; I reck not , though thou end my
life today . [ Exit . Enter One in armour . ' Heat . Stand , stand , thou Greek , thou
art ...
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What mortality is ! Postbumus , thy head which is now growing upon thy
shoulders , shall within this hour be off , thy mistress enforc'd , thy garments cut to
pieces before ' ' her face ; and all this done , * ' I'll spurn her home to her father ,
who ...
What mortality is ! Postbumus , thy head which is now growing upon thy
shoulders , shall within this hour be off , thy mistress enforc'd , thy garments cut to
pieces before ' ' her face ; and all this done , * ' I'll spurn her home to her father ,
who ...
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... youthful , and nobly allied , Stuff'd as they say with honourable parts ,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man : And then to have a wretched
puling fool , A whining mammet , in her fortune's tender , To answer , I'll not wed ,
- I cannot ...
... youthful , and nobly allied , Stuff'd as they say with honourable parts ,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man : And then to have a wretched
puling fool , A whining mammet , in her fortune's tender , To answer , I'll not wed ,
- I cannot ...
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I'll have these players Play something like the murther of my father , Before mine
uncle . I'll observe his looks , I'll tent him to the quick ; if he but blench , I know my
course . The spirit that I have seen May be the devil , and the devil hath power ...
I'll have these players Play something like the murther of my father , Before mine
uncle . I'll observe his looks , I'll tent him to the quick ; if he but blench , I know my
course . The spirit that I have seen May be the devil , and the devil hath power ...
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Seite 518 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Seite 375 - That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 327 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Seite 64 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Seite 383 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my 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...
Seite 494 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Seite 268 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Seite 252 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Seite 390 - You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Seite 488 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.