Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... Guid . Money , youth ? Arv . All gold and silver rather turn to dirt ! As ' tis no better reckon'd , but of those Who worship dirty gods . Imo . I see , you are angry : Know , if you kill me for my fault , I should Have dy'd , had I not ...
... Guid . Money , youth ? Arv . All gold and silver rather turn to dirt ! As ' tis no better reckon'd , but of those Who worship dirty gods . Imo . I see , you are angry : Know , if you kill me for my fault , I should Have dy'd , had I not ...
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... Guid . Were you a woman , youth , I should woo hard , but be your groom . In honesty I bid for you , as I'd buy . Arv . I'll mak't my comfort , He is a man ; I'll love him as my brother : - And such a welcome as I'd give to him , 771 ...
... Guid . Were you a woman , youth , I should woo hard , but be your groom . In honesty I bid for you , as I'd buy . Arv . I'll mak't my comfort , He is a man ; I'll love him as my brother : - And such a welcome as I'd give to him , 771 ...
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... Guid . Pray , draw near . 800 Arv . The night to the owl , and morn to the lark , less welcome . Imo . Thanks , sir . Arv . I pray , draw near . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Rome . Enter two Roman Senators , and Tribunes . 1 Sen. This is the ...
... Guid . Pray , draw near . 800 Arv . The night to the owl , and morn to the lark , less welcome . Imo . Thanks , sir . Arv . I pray , draw near . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Rome . Enter two Roman Senators , and Tribunes . 1 Sen. This is the ...
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... Guid . Go you to hunting , I'll abide with him . Imo . So sick I am not ; yet I am not well : But not so citizen a wanton , as 30 To seem to die , ere sick : So please you , leave me ; Stick to your journal course : the breach of custom ...
... Guid . Go you to hunting , I'll abide with him . Imo . So sick I am not ; yet I am not well : But not so citizen a wanton , as 30 To seem to die , ere sick : So please you , leave me ; Stick to your journal course : the breach of custom ...
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... Guid . I love thee ; I have spoke it : How much the quantity , the weight as much , As I do love my father . Bel . What ? how ? how ? Arv . If it be sin to say so , sir , I yoke me In my good brother's fault : I know not why , I love ...
... Guid . I love thee ; I have spoke it : How much the quantity , the weight as much , As I do love my father . Bel . What ? how ? how ? Arv . If it be sin to say so , sir , I yoke me In my good brother's fault : I know not why , I love ...
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Æneid ancient art thou ARVIRAGUS Attorney at Law beauty BELARIUS Ben Jonson Benvolio Bookseller Bristol Britons Cæsar Capulet Clot Cloten CYMBELINE dead dear death doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flowers folio Friar Friar LAWRENCE gentleman George give gleek gods grave grief Guid GUIDERIUS hand hath heart heaven Here's honour Iachimo Imogen James John JOHNSON king lach lady Leonatus lord madam MALONE Mantua married mean Mercutio mistress Montague musick night noble Nurse old copy Paris passage Pisanio play Post Posthumus pray prince quarto Queen Roman Romeo Romeus and Juliet SCENE Shakspere shew sleep speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell Theatre-Royal thee thine thing Thomas thou art thou hast true Tybalt Verona villain WARBURTON weep William word
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Page 33 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Page 115 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 115 - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Page 22 - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Page 36 - 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.
Page 37 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Page 34 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 66 - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Page 37 - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Page 80 - 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.