The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volumen8J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... pray , Sir , can you read ? Rom . Aý , mine own fortune in my mifery . Serv . Perhaps you have learn'd it without book . But , I pray , Can you read any thing you fee ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters and the language . Serv . Ye fay ...
... pray , Sir , can you read ? Rom . Aý , mine own fortune in my mifery . Serv . Perhaps you have learn'd it without book . But , I pray , Can you read any thing you fee ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters and the language . Serv . Ye fay ...
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... pray , come and crufh a cup . of wine . Reft you merry . Ben . At this fame ancient Feaft of Capulet's Sups the fair Rofaline , whom thou fo lov'ft ; With all th ' admired beauties of Verona . Go thither , and , with unattainted eye ...
... pray , come and crufh a cup . of wine . Reft you merry . Ben . At this fame ancient Feaft of Capulet's Sups the fair Rofaline , whom thou fo lov'ft ; With all th ' admired beauties of Verona . Go thither , and , with unattainted eye ...
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... pray thee , hold thy peace . 8 Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it should leave crying , and fay , ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone ; a perilous knock ...
... pray thee , hold thy peace . 8 Nurfe . Yes , Madam ; yet I cannot chufe but laugh , to think it should leave crying , and fay , ay ; and yet , I warrant , it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone ; a perilous knock ...
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... prayer or two , And fleeps again . This is that very Mab , That plats the manes of horses in the night , And cakes the elf - locks in foul fluttish hairs , Which , once entangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids ...
... prayer or two , And fleeps again . This is that very Mab , That plats the manes of horses in the night , And cakes the elf - locks in foul fluttish hairs , Which , once entangled , much misfortune bodes . This is the hag , when maids ...
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... prayer . Rom . O then , dear faint , let lips do what hands do : They pray , grant thou , left faith turn to despair . 7 If I prophane with my un- worthy hand This boly forine , the gentle Sin is this , My lips , two blufbing pilgrims ...
... prayer . Rom . O then , dear faint , let lips do what hands do : They pray , grant thou , left faith turn to despair . 7 If I prophane with my un- worthy hand This boly forine , the gentle Sin is this , My lips , two blufbing pilgrims ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 169 - 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...
Página 216 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 339 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Página 29 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 142 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Página 285 - ... 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? 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...
Página 213 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 27 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Página 39 - 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.