The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 3J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... hold the world but as the world , Gratiano ; A stage , where every man must play a part , And mine a sad one . Gra , Let me play the Fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine , Than my ...
... hold the world but as the world , Gratiano ; A stage , where every man must play a part , And mine a sad one . Gra , Let me play the Fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine , Than my ...
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... hold a rival place with one of them , I have a mind presages me such thrift , That I should questionless be fortunate . Ant . Thou know'st , that all my fortunes are at sea ; Nor have I money , nor commodity To raise a present sum ...
... hold a rival place with one of them , I have a mind presages me such thrift , That I should questionless be fortunate . Ant . Thou know'st , that all my fortunes are at sea ; Nor have I money , nor commodity To raise a present sum ...
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... Hold here , take this : -tell gentle Jessica , I will not fail her ; -speak it privately ; go.— Gentlemen , [ Exit LAUNCELOT . Will you prepare you for this masque to - night ? I am provided of a torch - bearer . Salar . Ay , marry , I ...
... Hold here , take this : -tell gentle Jessica , I will not fail her ; -speak it privately ; go.— Gentlemen , [ Exit LAUNCELOT . Will you prepare you for this masque to - night ? I am provided of a torch - bearer . Salar . Ay , marry , I ...
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... would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy . Lor . Descend , for you must be my torch - bearer . Jes . What , must I hold a candle to my shames ? They in themselves , good sooth , are too too 36 Act II . MERCHANT OF VENICE .
... would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy . Lor . Descend , for you must be my torch - bearer . Jes . What , must I hold a candle to my shames ? They in themselves , good sooth , are too too 36 Act II . MERCHANT OF VENICE .
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... hold your fortune for your bliss , Turn you where your lady is , And claim her with a loving kiss . A gentle scroll ; -Fair lady , by your leave ; [ Kissing her , I come by note , to give , and to receive , Like one of two contending in ...
... hold your fortune for your bliss , Turn you where your lady is , And claim her with a loving kiss . A gentle scroll ; -Fair lady , by your leave ; [ Kissing her , I come by note , to give , and to receive , Like one of two contending in ...
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Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother comes Count daughter doth ducats Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gratiano Gremio hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio husband Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord Lorenzo lov'd Lucentio madam maid marriage marry master mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua PAROLLES Petruchio Phebe Pisa Portia pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Servant Shylock signior sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Venice Vincentio What's wife wilt withal young youth
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Сторінка 78 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy...
Сторінка 143 - 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 slipper'd...
Сторінка 15 - 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.
Сторінка 92 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Сторінка 7 - 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.
Сторінка 10 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Сторінка 143 - Made to his mistress' eye-brow : 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 lin'd, 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 slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful...
Сторінка 54 - It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Сторінка 91 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.—Mark the music.
Сторінка 139 - 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.