The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volumul 3Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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Pagina 9
... leave you now with better coinpany . Salar . I would have stay'd till I had made you merry , ♢ If worthier friends had not prevented me . Ant . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you ...
... leave you now with better coinpany . Salar . I would have stay'd till I had made you merry , ♢ If worthier friends had not prevented me . Ant . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you ...
Pagina 10
... leave you ; but , at dinner - time I pray you , have in mind where we must meet . Bas . 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 ...
... leave you ; but , at dinner - time I pray you , have in mind where we must meet . Bas . 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 ...
Pagina 11
... leave you then till dinner - time : I must be one of these same dumb wise men . For Gratiano never lets me speak . Gra . Well , keep me company but two years more , Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue . Ant . Farewell : I ...
... leave you then till dinner - time : I must be one of these same dumb wise men . For Gratiano never lets me speak . Gra . Well , keep me company but two years more , Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue . Ant . Farewell : I ...
Pagina 19
... leave : and there is a forerunner come from a fifth , the prince of Morocco ; who brings word , the prince his master will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four ...
... leave : and there is a forerunner come from a fifth , the prince of Morocco ; who brings word , the prince his master will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four ...
Pagina 34
... leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you , sir ; you of God , sir , and he hath enough . have the grace Bas . Thou speak'st ...
... leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you , sir ; you of God , sir , and he hath enough . have the grace Bas . Thou speak'st ...
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adieu Antonio Armado Athens Bassanio Biron blood bond Boyet casket Costard dear Demetrius dost doth ducats duke Dull Dumain Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady fairy father fear flesh fool forsworn gentle give grace Gratiano hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Jaquenetta Jessica Kath King l'envoy lady Laun Launcelot lion Longaville look lord Lorenzo love's LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST lovers Lysander madam master MERCHANT OF VENICE MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night o'er oath Oberon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey Portia praise pray thee princess Puck Pyramus Quince ring Rosaline Salan Salar SCENE SHAK Shylock Sir Nath sleep soul speak swear sweet tell Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast thousand ducats Titania tongue true Venice word
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Pagina 12 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, 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 worth the search.
Pagina 127 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
Pagina 332 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Pagina 105 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Pagina 126 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Pagina 333 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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...
Pagina 101 - 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 85 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them: shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?
Pagina 220 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Pagina 208 - Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...