The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1Macmillan, 1864 - 1079 pagini |
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Pagina 11
... pray you , Work not so hard : I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile ! Pray , set it down and rest you : when this burns , Twill weep for having wearied you . My father Is hard at study ; pray now ...
... pray you , Work not so hard : I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile ! Pray , set it down and rest you : when this burns , Twill weep for having wearied you . My father Is hard at study ; pray now ...
Pagina 30
... Pray heaven he prove so , when you come to him ! Jul . Now , as thou lovest me , do him not that wrong To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Only deserve my love by loving him ; And presently go with me to my chamber , To take a note of ...
... Pray heaven he prove so , when you come to him ! Jul . Now , as thou lovest me , do him not that wrong To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Only deserve my love by loving him ; And presently go with me to my chamber , To take a note of ...
Pagina 32
... pray you , -- Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear . Friend Valentine , a word . Val . My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news , So much of bad already hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are harsh ...
... pray you , -- Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear . Friend Valentine , a word . Val . My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news , So much of bad already hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are harsh ...
Pagina 44
... pray you , sir , walk in . Sten . I had rather walk here , I thank you . sword and dagger with a master of fence ... pray you , lead the way . Page . Come on , sir . Slen . Mistress Anne , yourself shall go first . Anne . Not I , sir ...
... pray you , sir , walk in . Sten . I had rather walk here , I thank you . sword and dagger with a master of fence ... pray you , lead the way . Page . Come on , sir . Slen . Mistress Anne , yourself shall go first . Anne . Not I , sir ...
Pagina 46
... Pray you , go and vetch me in my closet un boitier vert , a box , a green - a box : do intend vat I speak ? a green - a box . Quick . Ay me , he'll find the young man there , and be mad ! Caius . O diable , diable ! vat is in my closet ...
... Pray you , go and vetch me in my closet un boitier vert , a box , a green - a box : do intend vat I speak ? a green - a box . Quick . Ay me , he'll find the young man there , and be mad ! Caius . O diable , diable ! vat is in my closet ...
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 192 - 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.
Pagina 355 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 370 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pagina 184 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to then ; you come to me, and you say, ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Pagina 210 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pagina 456 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Pagina 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...