The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 59.
Pàgina 11
... light fteals home my heavy fon ,. And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night ... ( 2 ) -an hour before the worshipp'd Sun Peer'd through the golden ...
... light fteals home my heavy fon ,. And private in his chamber pens himself ; Shuts up his windows , locks fair day - light out , And makes himself an artificial night ... ( 2 ) -an hour before the worshipp'd Sun Peer'd through the golden ...
Pàgina 15
... light . Such comfort as do lufty young men feel , When well - apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads , even fuch delight . Among fresh female - buds fhall you this night Inherit Inherit at my house ; hear all , all fee ...
... light . Such comfort as do lufty young men feel , When well - apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads , even fuch delight . Among fresh female - buds fhall you this night Inherit Inherit at my house ; hear all , all fee ...
Pàgina 21
... light , Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not 1 , believe me ; you have dancing shoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground I cannot move . Mer . You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's ...
... light , Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not 1 , believe me ; you have dancing shoes With nimble foles ; I have a foul of lead , So ftakes me to the ground I cannot move . Mer . You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's ...
Pàgina 22
... light feathers : and so bound , I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe : Under love's heavy burden do I fink . Mer . And to fink in it , fhould you burden love : Too great oppreffion for a tender thing ! Rom . Is love a tender thing ? It ...
... light feathers : and so bound , I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe : Under love's heavy burden do I fink . Mer . And to fink in it , fhould you burden love : Too great oppreffion for a tender thing ! Rom . Is love a tender thing ? It ...
Pàgina 26
... light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the fire , the room is grown too hot . Ah , Sirrah , this unlook'd - for sport comes well . Nay , fit ; nay , fit , good coufin Capulet , For you and I are paft our dancing days ...
... light , ye knaves , and turn the tables up ; And quench the fire , the room is grown too hot . Ah , Sirrah , this unlook'd - for sport comes well . Nay , fit ; nay , fit , good coufin Capulet , For you and I are paft our dancing days ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio call'd Capulet Clown Cyprus dead death Defdemona Desdemona doft doth Duke Emil Enter ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame father fatire feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome Fortinbras foul fpeak fpirit Friar Lawrence ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword gentleman give Hamlet hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft Horatio houſe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lago loft Lord married Mercutio moft Moor moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe Ophelia Othello paffage Perfon play pleaſe Poet Polonius pray purpoſe Quarto Queen reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thing thofe thou art to-night Tybalt uſe villain whofe wife William Shakespeare word yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pàgina 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pàgina 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pàgina 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Pàgina 221 - 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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pàgina 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Pàgina 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Pàgina 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Pàgina 26 - 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.