The Plays and Poems of ShakespeareBell & Daldy, 1878 |
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Strana 13
... fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages . Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued Ready ; from the French word prêt . 2 Formerly . To Cato's daughter ...
... fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages . Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued Ready ; from the French word prêt . 2 Formerly . To Cato's daughter ...
Strana 14
... fair Portia . Go , presently inquire , and so will I , Where money is ; and I no question make , To have it of my trust , or for my sake . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Belmont . A room in Portia's house Enter PORTIA and NERISSA . Por . By my ...
... fair Portia . Go , presently inquire , and so will I , Where money is ; and I no question make , To have it of my trust , or for my sake . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Belmont . A room in Portia's house Enter PORTIA and NERISSA . Por . By my ...
Strana 18
... fair departure . Ner . Do you not remember , lady , in your father's time , a Venetian , a scholar , and a soldier , that came hither in company of the marquis of Montferrat ? For . Yes , yes ; it was Bassanio : as I think , so was he ...
... fair departure . Ner . Do you not remember , lady , in your father's time , a Venetian , a scholar , and a soldier , that came hither in company of the marquis of Montferrat ? For . Yes , yes ; it was Bassanio : as I think , so was he ...
Strana 21
... fair , good signior : [ to Antonio . Your worship was the last man in our mouths . Ant . Shylock , albeit I neither lend nor borrow By taking nor by giving of excess , In allusion to the practice of wrestlers . Yet , to supply the ripe ...
... fair , good signior : [ to Antonio . Your worship was the last man in our mouths . Ant . Shylock , albeit I neither lend nor borrow By taking nor by giving of excess , In allusion to the practice of wrestlers . Yet , to supply the ripe ...
Strana 24
... Fair sir , you spit on me on Wednesday last You spurn'd me such a day ; another time You call'd me - dog ; and for these courtesics I'll lend you thus much monies . ' Ant . I am as like to call thee so again , To spit on thee again , to ...
... Fair sir , you spit on me on Wednesday last You spurn'd me such a day ; another time You call'd me - dog ; and for these courtesics I'll lend you thus much monies . ' Ant . I am as like to call thee so again , To spit on thee again , to ...
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Antonio Bassanio Beatrice Benedick better Biron Borachio brother Clau Claudio Clown comes Costard cousin daughter dear Demetrius dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy faith father fool gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta honor Illyria Jaques King lady Laun Launcelot Leonato look lord lovers Lysander madam Malvolio marry master Master constable mistress Moth never night oath Oberon Olivia Orlando play Pompey Portia pr'ythee pray thee prince Puck Pyramus Quince Rosalind Salan SCENE SHAK Shylock signior sing SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby soul speak swear sweet tell Theseus thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch troth true TWELFTH NIGHT Venice word youth
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Strana 101 - 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...
Strana 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 22 - 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'?
Strana 55 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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.
Strana 104 - 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.
Strana 266 - 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 every thing.
Strana 216 - 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.
Strana 83 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them. — Shall I say to you, Let them be free; marry them to your heirs? Why sweat they under burdens ? Let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be seasoned with such viands? You will answer, The slaves are ours.
Strana 43 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Strana 235 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.