The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Том 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows , 8 The measure done , I ' ll watch her place of stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it ...
... dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows , 8 The measure done , I ' ll watch her place of stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it ...
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... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take . Thus from my lips , by ...
... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . Jul . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . Rom . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take . Thus from my lips , by ...
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... dear perfection which he owes " ; Without that title : - Romeo , doff ' thy name ; And for that name , which is no part of thee , Take all myself . Rom . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I ' ll be new baptiz'd ...
... dear perfection which he owes " ; Without that title : - Romeo , doff ' thy name ; And for that name , which is no part of thee , Take all myself . Rom . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I ' ll be new baptiz'd ...
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... dear love Jul . 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 ...
... dear love Jul . 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 ...
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... Dear love , adieu ! Anon good nurse ! - Sweet Montague , be true . Stay but a little , I will come again . [ Exit . Rom . O blessed blessed night ! I am afeard , Being in night , all this is but a dream , Too - flattering - sweet to be ...
... Dear love , adieu ! Anon good nurse ! - Sweet Montague , be true . Stay but a little , I will come again . [ Exit . Rom . O blessed blessed night ! I am afeard , Being in night , all this is but a dream , Too - flattering - sweet to be ...
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art thou BENVOLIO beseech blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband Iago Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS Pr'y thee pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and Guildenstern SCENE sleep soul speak sweet sword tell There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain watch weep What's wife wilt word
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