The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 5Jacob Tonson, 1709 - Всего страниц: 3324 |
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... I'll go along , no fuch fight to be fhewn , But to rejoice in fplendor of mine own . SCENE II . Capulet's House . Enter Lady Capulet , and Nurse . La . Cap . Nurfe , where's my Daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurfe . Now by my Maiden ...
... I'll go along , no fuch fight to be fhewn , But to rejoice in fplendor of mine own . SCENE II . Capulet's House . Enter Lady Capulet , and Nurse . La . Cap . Nurfe , where's my Daughter ? call her forth to me . Nurfe . Now by my Maiden ...
Стр. 2087
... I'll be a Candle - lighter , and look on , The Game was ne'er fo fair , and I am Done . Mer . Tut , Dun's the Moufe , the Conftables own word ; If thou art Dun , we'll draw thee from the Mire ; Or ? Or , fave your Reverence , Love ...
... I'll be a Candle - lighter , and look on , The Game was ne'er fo fair , and I am Done . Mer . Tut , Dun's the Moufe , the Conftables own word ; If thou art Dun , we'll draw thee from the Mire ; Or ? Or , fave your Reverence , Love ...
Стр. 2091
... I'll watch her place of ftand , And touching hers , make bleffed my rude Hand . Did my Heart love ' till now ; forfwear it Sight ? For I ne'er faw true Beauty ' till this Night . Tib . This by his Voice fhould be a Mountague . Fetch me ...
... I'll watch her place of ftand , And touching hers , make bleffed my rude Hand . Did my Heart love ' till now ; forfwear it Sight ? For I ne'er faw true Beauty ' till this Night . Tib . This by his Voice fhould be a Mountague . Fetch me ...
Стр. 2096
... I'll no longer be a Capulet . Rom . Shall I hear more , or fhall I speak at this ? [ Afide . Jul . ' Tis but thy Name that is my Enemy : Thou art thy felf , though not a Mountague . What's Mountague ? it is not Hand , nor Foot , Nor Arm ...
... I'll no longer be a Capulet . Rom . Shall I hear more , or fhall I speak at this ? [ Afide . Jul . ' Tis but thy Name that is my Enemy : Thou art thy felf , though not a Mountague . What's Mountague ? it is not Hand , nor Foot , Nor Arm ...
Стр. 2098
... I'll frown and be perverfe , and fay thee nay , So thou wilt wooe : But else not for the World . In truth , fair Mountague , I am too fond ; And therefore thou may't think my ' Haviour light : But truft me , Gentleman , I'll prove more ...
... I'll frown and be perverfe , and fay thee nay , So thou wilt wooe : But else not for the World . In truth , fair Mountague , I am too fond ; And therefore thou may't think my ' Haviour light : But truft me , Gentleman , I'll prove more ...
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