The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what , Antonio , - I love thee , and it is my love that speaks ; - There are a sort of men ...
... blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what , Antonio , - I love thee , and it is my love that speaks ; - There are a sort of men ...
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... blood ; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree : such a hare is madness the youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband : -O me , the word choose ! I ...
... blood ; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree : such a hare is madness the youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband : -O me , the word choose ! I ...
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... blood is reddest , his , or mine . " I tell thee , lady , this aspéct of mine Hath fear'd the valiant ; by my love , I swear , The best regarded virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too : I would not change this hue , Except to steal your ...
... blood is reddest , his , or mine . " I tell thee , lady , this aspéct of mine Hath fear'd the valiant ; by my love , I swear , The best regarded virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too : I would not change this hue , Except to steal your ...
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... blood . Lord worshipp'd might he be ! what a beard hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my thill - horse has on his tail . Laun . It should seem then , that Dobbin's tail grows backward ; I am sure he had ...
... blood . Lord worshipp'd might he be ! what a beard hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my thill - horse has on his tail . Laun . It should seem then , that Dobbin's tail grows backward ; I am sure he had ...
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... blood , [ Exit . I am not to his manners : O Lorenzo , If thou keep promise , I shall end this strife ; Become a Christian , and thy loving wife . [ Exit . [ 9 ] Grave appearance ; show of staid and serious behaviour . JOHNSON .. The ...
... blood , [ Exit . I am not to his manners : O Lorenzo , If thou keep promise , I shall end this strife ; Become a Christian , and thy loving wife . [ Exit . [ 9 ] Grave appearance ; show of staid and serious behaviour . JOHNSON .. The ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.