Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. Glossarial indexJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Sivu 32
... prayer . Rom . O then , dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take ...
... prayer . Rom . O then , dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take ...
Sivu 45
... pray , That thou consent to marry us this day . Fri. Holy Saint Francis ! what a change is here ! Is Rosaline , whom thou didst love so dear , So soon forsaken ? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts , but in their eyes ...
... pray , That thou consent to marry us this day . Fri. Holy Saint Francis ! what a change is here ! Is Rosaline , whom thou didst love so dear , So soon forsaken ? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts , but in their eyes ...
Sivu 46
... pray thee , chide not : she , whom I love now , Doth grace for grace , and love for love allow ; O , she knew well , The other did not so . Fri. Thy love did read by rote , and could not spell . But come , young waverer , come go with ...
... pray thee , chide not : she , whom I love now , Doth grace for grace , and love for love allow ; O , she knew well , The other did not so . Fri. Thy love did read by rote , and could not spell . But come , young waverer , come go with ...
Sivu 52
... pray you , sir , what saucy merchant was this , that was so full of his 23 ropery 3 2 Rom . A gentleman , nurse , that loves to hear himself talk ; and will speak more in a minute , than he will stand to in a month . Nurse . An ' a ...
... pray you , sir , what saucy merchant was this , that was so full of his 23 ropery 3 2 Rom . A gentleman , nurse , that loves to hear himself talk ; and will speak more in a minute , than he will stand to in a month . Nurse . An ' a ...
Sivu 53
... Pray you , sir , a word : and as I told you , my young lady bade me inquire you out ; what she bade me say , " I will keep to myself : but first let me tell ye , If ye should lead her into a fool's paradise , as they say , it were a ...
... Pray you , sir , a word : and as I told you , my young lady bade me inquire you out ; what she bade me say , " I will keep to myself : but first let me tell ye , If ye should lead her into a fool's paradise , as they say , it were a ...
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ancient art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman give grief Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married means Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep wife wilt word
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Sivu 213 - 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 ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Sivu 355 - 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.
Sivu 134 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Sivu 148 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Sivu 221 - 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.
Sivu 190 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Sivu 193 - 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, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Sivu 282 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Sivu 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say " Ay ;" And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Sivu 138 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods...