The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Still have I tarried . Pan . Ay , to the leav'ning : but here's yet in the word hereafter , the kneading , the making of the cake , the heating of the oven , and the baking ; nay , you must stay the cooling too , or you may chance to ...
... Still have I tarried . Pan . Ay , to the leav'ning : but here's yet in the word hereafter , the kneading , the making of the cake , the heating of the oven , and the baking ; nay , you must stay the cooling too , or you may chance to ...
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... still it might , and yet it may again , If thou would't not entomb thyfelf alive , And cafe thy reputation in thy tent ; Whofe glorious deeds , but in these fields of late , Made emulous missions ' mongst the Gods themselves , And drave ...
... still it might , and yet it may again , If thou would't not entomb thyfelf alive , And cafe thy reputation in thy tent ; Whofe glorious deeds , but in these fields of late , Made emulous missions ' mongst the Gods themselves , And drave ...
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... still held off , And then you would have tarried . Hark , there's one up . Pan . [ within ] What's all the doors open here ? Troi . It is your uncle . Enter Pandarus . Cre . A peftilence on him ! now will he be mocking ; I fhall have ...
... still held off , And then you would have tarried . Hark , there's one up . Pan . [ within ] What's all the doors open here ? Troi . It is your uncle . Enter Pandarus . Cre . A peftilence on him ! now will he be mocking ; I fhall have ...
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... still and dumb - difcourfive Devil , That tempts moft cunningly but be not tempted . Cre . Do you think , I will ? Troi . No , : But fomething may be done , that we will not : And fometimes we are devils to ourselves , When we will ...
... still and dumb - difcourfive Devil , That tempts moft cunningly but be not tempted . Cre . Do you think , I will ? Troi . No , : But fomething may be done , that we will not : And fometimes we are devils to ourselves , When we will ...
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... still , I fay ; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate ; Life every man holds dear , but the brave man Holds honour far more precious dear than life . Enter Troilus . How now , young man ; mean'ft thou to fight to - day ? And ...
... still , I fay ; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate ; Life every man holds dear , but the brave man Holds honour far more precious dear than life . Enter Troilus . How now , young man ; mean'ft thou to fight to - day ? And ...
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brabantio Caffio Calchas Capulet Clown Creffid Cyprus dead dear death Defdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Farewel father feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpirit Friar Lawrence ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lord Menelaus Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Pandarus Paris Patroclus pleaſe Polonius pray prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thofe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt Ulyff uſe villain Warb whofe wife yourſelf
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Seite 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Seite 274 - 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. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Seite 275 - ... 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.
Seite 285 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Seite 324 - 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 think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Seite 242 - 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!
Seite 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Seite 136 - 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.
Seite 286 - 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 bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.