Midsummer night's dream ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth-night ; Winter's taleJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Strana 469
... muft be held the worthier . Her . I would my Father look'd but with my Eyes . The . Rather your Eyes muft with his Judgment look . Her . I do intreat your Grace to pardon me , I know not by what Power I am made bold , Nor how it may ...
... muft be held the worthier . Her . I would my Father look'd but with my Eyes . The . Rather your Eyes muft with his Judgment look . Her . I do intreat your Grace to pardon me , I know not by what Power I am made bold , Nor how it may ...
Strana 473
... muft ftarve our Sight From Lovers Food , ' till Morrow deep Midnight . [ Exit Hermia . Lyf . I will , my Hermia . Helena adieu , As you on him , Demetrius doats on you . [ Exit Lyfander . Hel . How happy fome , o'er othersome can be ...
... muft ftarve our Sight From Lovers Food , ' till Morrow deep Midnight . [ Exit Hermia . Lyf . I will , my Hermia . Helena adieu , As you on him , Demetrius doats on you . [ Exit Lyfander . Hel . How happy fome , o'er othersome can be ...
Strana 493
... Muft I speak now ? [ Exit Pyr . Quin . Ay marry muft you ; for you must understand he goes but to fee a Noife that he heard , and is to come again . This Moft radiant Pyramus , most lilly white of Hue , Of Colour like the red Rofe on ...
... Muft I speak now ? [ Exit Pyr . Quin . Ay marry muft you ; for you must understand he goes but to fee a Noife that he heard , and is to come again . This Moft radiant Pyramus , most lilly white of Hue , Of Colour like the red Rofe on ...
Strana 504
... have a Care the Honey - bag break not ; I would be loth to have you overflown with a Honey - bag , Signior . Where's Monfieur Mustardfeed ? Muft . Ready . Bot . Bot . Give me your News , Monfieur Mustard ; 504 Midfummer - Night's Dream . A.
... have a Care the Honey - bag break not ; I would be loth to have you overflown with a Honey - bag , Signior . Where's Monfieur Mustardfeed ? Muft . Ready . Bot . Bot . Give me your News , Monfieur Mustard ; 504 Midfummer - Night's Dream . A.
Strana 505
... Muft . What's your Will ? Bot . Nothing , good Monfieur , but to help Cavalero Cob- web to fcratch . I muft to the Barbers , Monfieur , for me- thinks I am marvellous hairy about the Face . And I am fuch a tender Afs , if my Hair do but ...
... Muft . What's your Will ? Bot . Nothing , good Monfieur , but to help Cavalero Cob- web to fcratch . I muft to the Barbers , Monfieur , for me- thinks I am marvellous hairy about the Face . And I am fuch a tender Afs , if my Hair do but ...
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Strana 616 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more '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.
Strana 514 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Strana 528 - 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.
Strana 619 - 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...
Strana 908 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 474 - That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
Strana 819 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
Strana 778 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 559 - I first imparted my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had ran in my veins; but I should have told you that I had less than nothing, being in debt.
Strana 530 - 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...