The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumul 3G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 258
... LAUNCELOT GOBBO , a Clown , Servant to Shylock . OLD GOBBO , Father to Launcelot . SALERIO , a Messenger from Venice . LEONARDO , Servant to Bassanio . BALTHAZAR , } Servants to Portia . STEPHANO , PORTIA , a rich Heiress : NERISSA ...
... LAUNCELOT GOBBO , a Clown , Servant to Shylock . OLD GOBBO , Father to Launcelot . SALERIO , a Messenger from Venice . LEONARDO , Servant to Bassanio . BALTHAZAR , } Servants to Portia . STEPHANO , PORTIA , a rich Heiress : NERISSA ...
Pagina 279
... LAUNCELOT GOBBO 20 . Laun . Certainly , my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master : The fiend is at mine elbow ; and tempts me , saying to me , Gobbo , Launce- lot Gobbo , good Launcelot , or good Gobbo , or good Launcelot ...
... LAUNCELOT GOBBO 20 . Laun . Certainly , my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master : The fiend is at mine elbow ; and tempts me , saying to me , Gobbo , Launce- lot Gobbo , good Launcelot , or good Gobbo , or good Launcelot ...
Pagina 280
... Launcelot ; take heed , honest Gobbo ; or , as afore- said , honest Launcelot Gobbo ; do not run ; scorn running with thy heels : Well the most courageous fiend bids me pack ; via , says the fiend : away ! says the fiend , for the ...
... Launcelot ; take heed , honest Gobbo ; or , as afore- said , honest Launcelot Gobbo ; do not run ; scorn running with thy heels : Well the most courageous fiend bids me pack ; via , says the fiend : away ! says the fiend , for the ...
Pagina 281
... Launcelot , that dwells with him , dwell with him , or no ? Laun . Talk you of young master Launcelot ? — Mark me now ; [ Aside ; ] now will I raise the waters : -Talk you of young master Launcelot ? Gob . No master , sir , but a poor ...
... Launcelot , that dwells with him , dwell with him , or no ? Laun . Talk you of young master Launcelot ? — Mark me now ; [ Aside ; ] now will I raise the waters : -Talk you of young master Launcelot ? Gob . No master , sir , but a poor ...
Pagina 282
... Launcelot , my boy . Laun . Pray you , let's have no more fooling about it , but give me your blessing ; I am Launcelot , your boy that was , your son that is , your child that shall be . Gob . I cannot think , you are my son . Laun . I ...
... Launcelot , my boy . Laun . Pray you , let's have no more fooling about it , but give me your blessing ; I am Launcelot , your boy that was , your son that is , your child that shall be . Gob . I cannot think , you are my son . Laun . I ...
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Pagina 343 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Pagina 217 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Pagina 216 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Uupleasing to a married ear!
Pagina 259 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Pagina 347 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Pagina 306 - I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a...
Pagina 70 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pagina 350 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Pagina 351 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 266 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes