The Plays of William Shakespeare, Том 2T. Bensley, 1803 |
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... fear , says Ansaldo , so much , that this son of mine is dead , that I have no rest . His friend told him , that he had been shipwreck'd , and had lost his all , but that he himself was safe . Ansaldo instantly gets up and runs to find ...
... fear , says Ansaldo , so much , that this son of mine is dead , that I have no rest . His friend told him , that he had been shipwreck'd , and had lost his all , but that he himself was safe . Ansaldo instantly gets up and runs to find ...
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... fear they all wept when you came away . Giannetto's tears began to fall , and in great sorrow he assured her , that what she supposed could not be true . The lady seeing his tears , which were daggers in her bosom , ran to embrace him ...
... fear they all wept when you came away . Giannetto's tears began to fall , and in great sorrow he assured her , that what she supposed could not be true . The lady seeing his tears , which were daggers in her bosom , ran to embrace him ...
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... fear . Leon . If he do fear God , he must necessarily keep peace ; if he break the peace , he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling . D. Pedro . And so will he do ; for the man doth fear God , howsoever it seems not in ...
... fear . Leon . If he do fear God , he must necessarily keep peace ; if he break the peace , he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling . D. Pedro . And so will he do ; for the man doth fear God , howsoever it seems not in ...
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... Fear you not my part of the dialogue . Hero . Then go we near her , that her ear lose nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.— [ They advance to the bower . No , truly , Ursula , she is too disdainful ; I know , her spirits ...
... Fear you not my part of the dialogue . Hero . Then go we near her , that her ear lose nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.— [ They advance to the bower . No , truly , Ursula , she is too disdainful ; I know , her spirits ...
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... fear thee not . Claud . Marry , beshrew my hand , If it should give your age such cause of fear : In faith , my hand meant nothing to my sword . Leon . Tush , tush , man , never fleer and jest at me : I speak not like a dotard , nor a ...
... fear thee not . Claud . Marry , beshrew my hand , If it should give your age such cause of fear : In faith , my hand meant nothing to my sword . Leon . Tush , tush , man , never fleer and jest at me : I speak not like a dotard , nor a ...
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Ansaldo Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron blood Bora brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faith father fool gentle Giannetto give grace Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Jessica Kath King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord lov'd lovers Lysander madam marry master master constable merry mistress Moth musick Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orlando Pedro Phebe Philostrate play Pompey Portia pray thee prince Puck Pyramus Quin Rosa Rosalind Salan Salar SCENE shalt Shylock signior sing soul speak swear sweet tell thank Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch troth true Venice word
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Сторінка 17 - 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 45 - 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. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Сторінка 14 - 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'?
Сторінка 88 - 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 21 - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Сторінка 39 - 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. 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' 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...
Сторінка 22 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Сторінка 12 - 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 31 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Сторінка 105 - 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 crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.