The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumul 3F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Pagina 93
... hope , I was perfect : I made a little fault in , great . Biron . My hat to a halfpenny , Pompey proves the best worthy . Enter NATHANIEL arm'd , for Alexander . Nath . When in the world I liv'd , I was the world's commander ; By east ...
... hope , I was perfect : I made a little fault in , great . Biron . My hat to a halfpenny , Pompey proves the best worthy . Enter NATHANIEL arm'd , for Alexander . Nath . When in the world I liv'd , I was the world's commander ; By east ...
Pagina 122
... hope , I shall make shift to go without him . Ner . If he should offer to choose , and choose the right casket , you should refuse to perform your father's will , if you should refuse to accept him . Por . Therefore , for fear of the ...
... hope , I shall make shift to go without him . Ner . If he should offer to choose , and choose the right casket , you should refuse to perform your father's will , if you should refuse to accept him . Por . Therefore , for fear of the ...
Pagina 135
... worship's reverence , ) are scarce cater - cousins : Laun . To be brief , the very truth is , that the Jew having done me wrong , doth cause me , as my father , being I hope an old man , shall MERCHANT OF VENICE . 135.
... worship's reverence , ) are scarce cater - cousins : Laun . To be brief , the very truth is , that the Jew having done me wrong , doth cause me , as my father , being I hope an old man , shall MERCHANT OF VENICE . 135.
Pagina 136
... hope an old man , shall frutify unto you , - Gob . I have here a dish of doves , that I would bestow upon your worship ; and my suit is , - Laun . In very brief , the suit is impertinent to myself , as your worship shall know by this ...
... hope an old man , shall frutify unto you , - Gob . I have here a dish of doves , that I would bestow upon your worship ; and my suit is , - Laun . In very brief , the suit is impertinent to myself , as your worship shall know by this ...
Pagina 146
... hope of fair advantages : A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ; I'll then nor give , nor hazard , aught for lead . What says the silver , with her virgin hue ? Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . As much as he ...
... hope of fair advantages : A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ; I'll then nor give , nor hazard , aught for lead . What says the silver , with her virgin hue ? Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . As much as he ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the ..., Volumul 3 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1805 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Antonio Armado Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Biron blood Boyet CELIA Cost Costard Count court daughter dear dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady father fear fool forsworn fortune gentle give grace Gratiano hand hast hath hear heart heaven honour Jaques Jessica JOHNSON Kath King knave lady LAFEU Laun Launcelot live look lord Lorenzo lov'd LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST lover madam maid MALONE marry master means MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress Moth musick Navarre Nerissa never oath Orlando Parolles peize Phebe Pompey poor Portia pr'ythee praise pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Shakspeare shalt Shylock speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee thine thing thou art thrasonical tongue Touch true Venice wife woman word young youth
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Pagina 105 - 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 231 - 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 249 - 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...
Pagina 249 - 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.
Pagina 125 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Pagina 127 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
Pagina 188 - 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 117 - 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 192 - 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 245 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.