The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... Speak , nephew , were you by when it began ? Ben . Here were the fervants of your adverfary , And your's , clofe fighting , ere I did approach ; I drew to part them : in the instant came The fiery . Tybalt , with his fword prepar'd ...
... Speak , nephew , were you by when it began ? Ben . Here were the fervants of your adverfary , And your's , clofe fighting , ere I did approach ; I drew to part them : in the instant came The fiery . Tybalt , with his fword prepar'd ...
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... Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move . But no more deep will I indart mine eye , Than your confent gives ftrength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Ser . Madam , the guests are ...
... Speak briefly , can you like of Paris ' love ? Jul . I'll look to like , if looking liking move . But no more deep will I indart mine eye , Than your confent gives ftrength to make it fly . Enter a Servant . Ser . Madam , the guests are ...
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... Speak but one rhime , and I am fatisfied , Cry but Ah me ! couple but love and dove , Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word , One nickname to her purblind fon and heir . ( Young ( Young Abraham * Cupid , he that fhot fo Sc - 1 . 23 ...
... Speak but one rhime , and I am fatisfied , Cry but Ah me ! couple but love and dove , Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word , One nickname to her purblind fon and heir . ( Young ( Young Abraham * Cupid , he that fhot fo Sc - 1 . 23 ...
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... speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this fight being o'er my head , As is a winged messenger from heav'n , Unto the white up - turned , wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides ...
... speak again , bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this fight being o'er my head , As is a winged messenger from heav'n , Unto the white up - turned , wond'ring eyes Of mortals , that fall back to gaze on him , When he bestrides ...
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... speak aloud ; Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies , And make her airy tongue more hoarte than mine , With repetition of my Romeo . Rom . It is With 23 A & 2 . ROMEO AND JULIET . Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request ...
... speak aloud ; Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies , And make her airy tongue more hoarte than mine , With repetition of my Romeo . Rom . It is With 23 A & 2 . ROMEO AND JULIET . Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request ...
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Page 147 - 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 ? Sense, sure, you have.
Page 133 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Page 27 - 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.
Page 105 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 177 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Page 29 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.
Page 157 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Page 119 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 177 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Page 125 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...