The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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Strana 13
... marry me ; If not , I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as ...
... marry me ; If not , I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . Mira . My mistress , dearest , My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as ...
Strana 27
... Marry , by these special marks : First , you have learned , like sir Proteus , to wreath your arms like a male content ; to relish a love - song , like a robin - red - breast ; to walk alone , like one that had the pestilence ; to sigh ...
... Marry , by these special marks : First , you have learned , like sir Proteus , to wreath your arms like a male content ; to relish a love - song , like a robin - red - breast ; to walk alone , like one that had the pestilence ; to sigh ...
Strana 31
... Marry , thus ; when it stands well with him , it stands well with her . Speed . What an ass art thou ! I understand ... Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Laun . No ...
... Marry , thus ; when it stands well with him , it stands well with her . Speed . What an ass art thou ! I understand ... Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Laun . No ...
Strana 39
... Marry , at my house : Trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Nor how my father would enforce me marry Vain Thurio , who my very soul abhorr❜d . Thyself hast lov'd ; and I have heard thee say , No grief did ever come so near thy heart ...
... Marry , at my house : Trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Nor how my father would enforce me marry Vain Thurio , who my very soul abhorr❜d . Thyself hast lov'd ; and I have heard thee say , No grief did ever come so near thy heart ...
Strana 40
... Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . Pro . And what says she , to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry , she says , your dog was a cur ; and tells you , currish thanks is good enough for such a present . Pro . But she ...
... Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . Pro . And what says she , to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry , she says , your dog was a cur ; and tells you , currish thanks is good enough for such a present . Pro . But she ...
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Strana 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, 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 everything.
Strana vi - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Strana 217 - 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.
Strana 207 - 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.
Strana 6 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Strana 207 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Strana 1 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strana 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strana 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.