The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 第 8 卷C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Lady Montague , Wife to Montague . Lady Capulet , Wife to Capulet . Juliet , Daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Nurse to Juliet . CHORUS . Citizens of Verona , feveral men and women , relations to Capulet , Makers , Guards ...
... Lady Montague , Wife to Montague . Lady Capulet , Wife to Capulet . Juliet , Daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Nurse to Juliet . CHORUS . Citizens of Verona , feveral men and women , relations to Capulet , Makers , Guards ...
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... lady Capulet . Cap . What noife is this ? give me my long fword , hoe La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch ; — why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . A 5 Enter ...
... lady Capulet . Cap . What noife is this ? give me my long fword , hoe La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch ; — why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay : old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . A 5 Enter ...
第10页
... Lady Montague . Mon. Thou villain , Capulet me go . Hold me not , let La . Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to feek a foe . Enter Prince with attendants . Prin . Rebellious fubjects , enemies to peace , Prophaners of this neighbour ...
... Lady Montague . Mon. Thou villain , Capulet me go . Hold me not , let La . Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to feek a foe . Enter Prince with attendants . Prin . Rebellious fubjects , enemies to peace , Prophaners of this neighbour ...
第14页
... ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He that is ftrucken blind , cannot forget The precious treasure of his eye - fight loft . Shew me a mistress , that is paffing fair ; What doth her beauty ferve , but as ...
... ladies ' brows , Being black , put us in mind they hide the fair ; He that is ftrucken blind , cannot forget The precious treasure of his eye - fight loft . Shew me a mistress , that is paffing fair ; What doth her beauty ferve , but as ...
第15页
... lady of my earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her fcope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old accuftom'd feast ...
... lady of my earth : But woo her , gentle Paris , get her heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her fcope of choice Lies my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old accuftom'd feast ...
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第32页 - 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?
第190页 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
第251页 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
第210页 - 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
第114页 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
第175页 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
第160页 - 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.
第120页 - 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.
第66页 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
第36页 - 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.