O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightAs a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear — Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.The measure done, I'll watch her place of standAnd, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies that have their toesUnplagued with corns will walk a bout with you.
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave, to strike him dead I hold it not a sin
I know not ,sir
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear — Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.He bears him like a portly gentleman,Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightAs a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear — Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.The measure done, I'll watch her place of standAnd, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again.
Csúszik: 3
You kiss by th' book.
Marry, bachelor,
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
What is her mother?
He shall be endured.
I'll not endure him.
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.He bears him like a portly gentleman,Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
Csúszik: 0
Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies that have their toesUnplagued with corns will walk a bout with you.
What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightAs a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear — Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.The measure done, I'll watch her place of standAnd, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.Fetch me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave