The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... tell not me ; I know , Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandize . Ant . Believe me , no : I thank my fortune for it , My ventures are not in one bottom trusted , Nor to one place ; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this ...
... tell not me ; I know , Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandize . Ant . Believe me , no : I thank my fortune for it , My ventures are not in one bottom trusted , Nor to one place ; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this ...
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... tell thee what , Antonio , - I love thee , and it is my love that speaks ; - There are a sort of men , whose visages - Do cream and mantle , like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain , With purpose to be drest in an ...
... tell thee what , Antonio , - I love thee , and it is my love that speaks ; - There are a sort of men , whose visages - Do cream and mantle , like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain , With purpose to be drest in an ...
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... tell me now , what lady is this same To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage , That you to - day promis'd to tell me of ? Bass . ' Tis not unknown to you , Antonio , How much I have disabled mine estate , By something showing a more ...
... tell me now , what lady is this same To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage , That you to - day promis'd to tell me of ? Bass . ' Tis not unknown to you , Antonio , How much I have disabled mine estate , By something showing a more ...
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... tell ; I make it breed as fast : - But note me , signior . Ant . Mark you this , Bassanio , The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.7 An evil soul , producing holy witness , Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple ...
... tell ; I make it breed as fast : - But note me , signior . Ant . Mark you this , Bassanio , The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.7 An evil soul , producing holy witness , Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple ...
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... tell me this ; If he should break his day , what should I gain By the exaction of the forfeiture ? A pound of man's flesh , taken from a man , Is not so estimable , profitable neither , As flesh of muttons , beefs , or goats . I say ...
... tell me this ; If he should break his day , what should I gain By the exaction of the forfeiture ? A pound of man's flesh , taken from a man , Is not so estimable , profitable neither , As flesh of muttons , beefs , or goats . I say ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.