The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... heads . Greg . The heads of the maids ? Sam . Ay , the heads of the maids , or their maidenheads , take it in what fenfe thou wilt . Greg . They must take it in fenfe , that feel it . Sam . Me they fhall feel , while I am able to ftand ...
... heads . Greg . The heads of the maids ? Sam . Ay , the heads of the maids , or their maidenheads , take it in what fenfe thou wilt . Greg . They must take it in fenfe , that feel it . Sam . Me they fhall feel , while I am able to ftand ...
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... head , and cut the winds : . Who , nothing hurt withal , hifs'd him in fcorn . While we were interchanging thrufts and blows , Came more and mere , and fought on part and part ,. Till the Prince came , who parted either part . La .. La ...
... head , and cut the winds : . Who , nothing hurt withal , hifs'd him in fcorn . While we were interchanging thrufts and blows , Came more and mere , and fought on part and part ,. Till the Prince came , who parted either part . La .. La ...
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... head , at twelve years old ) : I ' bade her come ; what , lamb , -what , lady - bird , God- forbid ! where's this girl ? " what , Juliet ? Enter Juliet . Jul . How now , who calls ? Norfe . Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what ...
... head , at twelve years old ) : I ' bade her come ; what , lamb , -what , lady - bird , God- forbid ! where's this girl ? " what , Juliet ? Enter Juliet . Jul . How now , who calls ? Norfe . Your mother . Jul . Madam , I am here , what ...
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... head , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine foot , ftraight leg , and quivering thigh , And the demefnes that there adjacent lie , That in thy likenefs thou appear to us . Ben . And if he hear thee , thou wilt anger him . Mer . This cannot ...
... head , and her fcarlet lip , By her fine foot , ftraight leg , and quivering thigh , And the demefnes that there adjacent lie , That in thy likenefs thou appear to us . Ben . And if he hear thee , thou wilt anger him . Mer . This cannot ...
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... head ? The brightnefs of her cheek would shame those stars , As day - light doth a lamp ; her eyes in heav'n Would ... head , as glorious to my eyes , as an angel in the clouds to mortals that flare up at him with admiration . As As ...
... head ? The brightnefs of her cheek would shame those stars , As day - light doth a lamp ; her eyes in heav'n Would ... head , as glorious to my eyes , as an angel in the clouds to mortals that flare up at him with admiration . As As ...
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Page 231 - 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 : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 177 - 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.
Page 185 - 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?
Page 221 - 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 think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Page 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Page 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Page 26 - 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.