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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Some word there was worser than Tybalt's death , That murther'd me ; I would
forget it fain , But , oh ! it presses to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to
sinners minds ; Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished ! That banished , that one
word ...
Some word there was worser than Tybalt's death , That murther'd me ; I would
forget it fain , But , oh ! it presses to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to
sinners minds ; Tybalt is dead , and Romeo banished ! That banished , that one
word ...
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A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips , Not body's death , but body's
banilhment . Rom . Ha , banishment ! be merciful , fay death ; For exile hath more
terror in his look , Than death it self . Do not fay banishment . Fri. 4 Hence from
Verona art ...
A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips , Not body's death , but body's
banilhment . Rom . Ha , banishment ! be merciful , fay death ; For exile hath more
terror in his look , Than death it self . Do not fay banishment . Fri. 4 Hence from
Verona art ...
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... Which craves as desperate an execution , As that is desp'rate which we would
prevent , If rather than to marry County Paris Thou hast the strength or will to Nay
thy self , Then it is likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this ...
... Which craves as desperate an execution , As that is desp'rate which we would
prevent , If rather than to marry County Paris Thou hast the strength or will to Nay
thy self , Then it is likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this ...
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Ha ! let me see her - Out alas , she's cold , Her blood is settled , and her joints are
stiff , Life and these lips have long been separated : Death lyes on her , like an
untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of the field . Accurfed time ! unfortunate ...
Ha ! let me see her - Out alas , she's cold , Her blood is settled , and her joints are
stiff , Life and these lips have long been separated : Death lyes on her , like an
untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of the field . Accurfed time ! unfortunate ...
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Follow her close , give her good watch , I pray you ; This is the poison of deep
grief , it springs All from her father's death . O Gertrude , Gertrude ! When sorrows
come , they come not single spies , But in battalions . First , her father nain , Next
...
Follow her close , give her good watch , I pray you ; This is the poison of deep
grief , it springs All from her father's death . O Gertrude , Gertrude ! When sorrows
come , they come not single spies , But in battalions . First , her father nain , Next
...
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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.