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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... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' strife . The fearful ...
... blood makes civil hands unclean . From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star - cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' strife . The fearful ...
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... blood , She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy and pale as lead . Enter Nurse and PETER . O God , she ...
... blood , She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy and pale as lead . Enter Nurse and PETER . O God , she ...
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... friar Laurence ' cell , There stays a husband to make you a wife : Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks ,. 7 III betide . Noise , bustle . The long white filament which flies in the air . 56 Act II . ROMEO AND JULIET .
... friar Laurence ' cell , There stays a husband to make you a wife : Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks ,. 7 III betide . Noise , bustle . The long white filament which flies in the air . 56 Act II . ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love 1 Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love 1 Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
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... blood stirring . Mer . Thou art like one of those fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table , and says , God send meno need of thee ! and , by the operation of the second cup , draws it ...
... blood stirring . Mer . Thou art like one of those fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table , and says , God send meno need of thee ! and , by the operation of the second cup , draws it ...
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art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras foul friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman give gone grief Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King lady Lady CAPULET Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio mistress Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife word
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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.