The Works of William Shakespeare, Volum 2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Pàgina 12
... honour , be assur'd , My purse , my person , my extremest means , Lie all unlock'd to your occasions . [ 7 ] The humour of this consists in its being an allusion to the practice of the puritan preachers of those times ; who being ...
... honour , be assur'd , My purse , my person , my extremest means , Lie all unlock'd to your occasions . [ 7 ] The humour of this consists in its being an allusion to the practice of the puritan preachers of those times ; who being ...
Pàgina 38
... honour ? and how much honour Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times , To be new varnish'd ? Well , but to my choice : Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves : I will assume desert ; -Give me a key for this , And ...
... honour ? and how much honour Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times , To be new varnish'd ? Well , but to my choice : Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves : I will assume desert ; -Give me a key for this , And ...
Pàgina 48
... honour'd in your marriage . Gra . We'll play with them , the first boy for a thou- sand ducats . Ner . What , and stake down ? Gra . No ; we shall ne'er win at that sport , and stake down.- But who comes here ? Lorenzo , and his infidel ...
... honour'd in your marriage . Gra . We'll play with them , the first boy for a thou- sand ducats . Ner . What , and stake down ? Gra . No ; we shall ne'er win at that sport , and stake down.- But who comes here ? Lorenzo , and his infidel ...
Pàgina 50
... honour more appears , Than any that draws breath in Italy . Por . What sum owes he the Jew ? Bass . For me , three thousand ducats . Por . What , no more ? Pay him six thousand , and deface the bond ; Double six thousand , and then ...
... honour more appears , Than any that draws breath in Italy . Por . What sum owes he the Jew ? Bass . For me , three thousand ducats . Por . What , no more ? Pay him six thousand , and deface the bond ; Double six thousand , and then ...
Pàgina 52
... honour , How true a gentleman you send relief , How dear a lover of my lord your husband , I know , you would be prouder of the work , Than customary bounty can enforce you . Por . I never did repent for doing good , Nor shall not now ...
... honour , How true a gentleman you send relief , How dear a lover of my lord your husband , I know , you would be prouder of the work , Than customary bounty can enforce you . Por . I never did repent for doing good , Nor shall not now ...
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Ansaldo Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin D.John D.Pedro daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady fairy faith father fool gentle Giannetto give grace hand hath hear heart Hermia Hero Hippolyta honour JOHNSON King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord lover Lysander madam maid MALONE marry master master constable means merry mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orla Orlando play Pompey Portia pray thee prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin quintain Rosalind Salan SCENE Shakspeare shalt Shylock signior sing speak STEEV STEEVENS swear sweet tell Theseus thing thou art Titania tongue Touch troth true unto Venice WARBURTON word
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Pàgina 69 - 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.
Pàgina 70 - 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...
Pàgina 7 - 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.
Pàgina 33 - 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
Pàgina 18 - 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. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Pàgina 22 - 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.
Pàgina 34 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Pàgina 45 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Pàgina 20 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated* me About my moneys and my usances :* Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; 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...
Pàgina 23 - 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.