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Pagina 214
... Ant . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you embrace the occasion to depart . Salar . Good morrow , my good lords . Bass . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh 214 ACT I. MERCHANT.
... Ant . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you embrace the occasion to depart . Salar . Good morrow , my good lords . Bass . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh 214 ACT I. MERCHANT.
Pagina 215
... Bass . I will not fail you . Gra . You look not well , signior Antonio ; You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it , that do buy it with much care . Believe me you are marvellously chang'd . Ant . I hold the world but as ...
... Bass . I will not fail you . Gra . You look not well , signior Antonio ; You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it , that do buy it with much care . Believe me you are marvellously chang'd . Ant . I hold the world but as ...
Pagina 216
... Bass . Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of no- thing more than any man in all Venice His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and , when you have them , they are not ...
... Bass . Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of no- thing more than any man in all Venice His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and , when you have them , they are not ...
Pagina 217
... Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter ...
... Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter ...
Pagina 221
... Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months , -well . Bass . For the which , as I told you , Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound , -well . Bass . May you stead me ? Will you pleasure me ? Shall I ...
... Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months , -well . Bass . For the which , as I told you , Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound , -well . Bass . May you stead me ? Will you pleasure me ? Shall I ...
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Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: The Text of the First Edition, Volumul 2 William Shakespeare,John Heminge,Henry Condell Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2016 |
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Pagina 270 - 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 116 - 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 176 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Pagina 86 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white ; now purple with love's wound — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Pagina 147 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor), Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Pagina 272 - 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 82 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Pagina 118 - Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Pagina 309 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Pagina 86 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.