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O villain , villain ! - His very opinion in the letter ! - Abhorred villain ! Unnatural ,
detested , brutish villain ! worse than brutish ! - Go , sirrah , seek him ; I ' ll
apprehend him : — Abominable villain ! - Where is he ? Edm . I do not well know ,
my lord ...
O villain , villain ! - His very opinion in the letter ! - Abhorred villain ! Unnatural ,
detested , brutish villain ! worse than brutish ! - Go , sirrah , seek him ; I ' ll
apprehend him : — Abominable villain ! - Where is he ? Edm . I do not well know ,
my lord ...
Page 164
Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To
scorn at our solemnity this night . . . i Cap . Young Romeo is ' t ? - Tyb . . ' Tis he ,
that villain Romeo . 1 Cap . Content thee , gentle coz , let him alone , He bears
him ...
Uncle , this is a Montague , our foe ; A villain , that is hither come in spite , To
scorn at our solemnity this night . . . i Cap . Young Romeo is ' t ? - Tyb . . ' Tis he ,
that villain Romeo . 1 Cap . Content thee , gentle coz , let him alone , He bears
him ...
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Well , girl , thou weep ' st not so much for his death , As that the villain lives which
slaughter ' d him . . Jul . What villain , madam ? La . Cap . That same villain ,
Romeo . Jul . Villain and he are many miles asunder . God pardon him ! I do , with
all ...
Well , girl , thou weep ' st not so much for his death , As that the villain lives which
slaughter ' d him . . Jul . What villain , madam ? La . Cap . That same villain ,
Romeo . Jul . Villain and he are many miles asunder . God pardon him ! I do , with
all ...
Page 288
... 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 . O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , smiling , damned villain !
... 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 . O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , smiling , damned villain !
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Precious villain ! Gra . The woman falls ; sure , he has ... d from the Moor : Sony
Come , guard the door without ; let him not pass , Of But kill him rather ; I ' ll after
that same villain , as For ' tis a damned slave . I pandu - 7104 . huh suppo [
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Precious villain ! Gra . The woman falls ; sure , he has ... d from the Moor : Sony
Come , guard the door without ; let him not pass , Of But kill him rather ; I ' ll after
that same villain , as For ' tis a damned slave . I pandu - 7104 . huh suppo [
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Page 399 - 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.
Page 325 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the 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 314 - 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 That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Page 112 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 286 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. 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.
Page 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 339 - 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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Page 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 306 - ... 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 vapors.
Page 386 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that 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?
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| Title | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volume 8 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editors | George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers |
| Published | 1823 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 19 Oct 2007 |
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