The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 10J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Farewell , my coz . Ben . Soft , I will go along ; An if you leave me so , you do me wrong . [ Going . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he's some other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness who she is you ...
... Farewell , my coz . Ben . Soft , I will go along ; An if you leave me so , you do me wrong . [ Going . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am not here ; This is not Romeo , he's some other where . Ben . Tell me in sadness who she is you ...
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... Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . [ Exeunt SCENE II . A Street . Enter CAPULET , PARIS , and Servant . Cap . And Montague is bound as well as I , In penalty alike ; and ...
... Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . [ Exeunt SCENE II . A Street . Enter CAPULET , PARIS , and Servant . Cap . And Montague is bound as well as I , In penalty alike ; and ...
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... farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know , thou wilt say - Ay ; And I will take thy word : yet , if thou swear'st , Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers ' perjuries , They say , Jove laughs . O , gentle Romeo , If thou dost love ...
... farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know , thou wilt say - Ay ; And I will take thy word : yet , if thou swear'st , Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers ' perjuries , They say , Jove laughs . O , gentle Romeo , If thou dost love ...
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... Farewell , ancient lady ; farewell , lady , lady , lady . [ Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO : Nurse . Marry , farewell ! -I pray you , sir , what saucy merchant was this , that was so full of his ro- pery ? Rom . A gentleman , nurse ...
... Farewell , ancient lady ; farewell , lady , lady , lady . [ Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO : Nurse . Marry , farewell ! -I pray you , sir , what saucy merchant was this , that was so full of his ro- pery ? Rom . A gentleman , nurse ...
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... Farewell ! -Be trusty , and I'll quits thy pains . Farewell ! -Commend me to thy mistress . Nurse . Now God in heaven bless thee ! - Hark you , sir . Rom . What say'st thou , my dear nurse ? Nurse . Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er ...
... Farewell ! -Be trusty , and I'll quits thy pains . Farewell ! -Commend me to thy mistress . Nurse . Now God in heaven bless thee ! - Hark you , sir . Rom . What say'st thou , my dear nurse ? Nurse . Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er ...
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Page 192 - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 192 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 183 - 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: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Page 214 - 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.
Page 254 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Page 215 - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Page 25 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page 395 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Page 186 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Page 343 - 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.