The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Tập 6

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Trang 429 - Peace, peace! Mercutio, peace 7 ! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
Trang 440 - Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : 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 wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
Trang 429 - of smelling out a suit : And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Then he dreams of another benefice. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck 3 , And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes. Spanish blades, Of healths
Trang 443 - I know thou wilt say—Ay ; And I will take thy word ; yet, if thou swear'st, Thou may'st prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo
Trang 83 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,— That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust
Trang 70 - PANDARUS. Tro. I am giddy : expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense ; what will it be, When that the watery palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-repured nectar 2 ? death, I fear me; Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine, Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness 3
Trang 439 - truckle-bed." Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp : her eyes in heaven
Trang 41 - shall be oddly pois'd In this wild action ; for the success, Although particular, shall give a scantling Of good or bad unto the general ; And in such indexes (although small pricks To their subsequent volumes) there is seen The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd,

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