The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Svazek 3Dove, 1830 |
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Strana 23
... grace of God , sir , and he hath enough . Bass . Thou speak'st it well ; Go , father , with thy Take leave of thy old master , and enquire [ son : - My lodging out : -give him a livery . [ To his Followers . More guarded than his ...
... grace of God , sir , and he hath enough . Bass . Thou speak'st it well ; Go , father , with thy Take leave of thy old master , and enquire [ son : - My lodging out : -give him a livery . [ To his Followers . More guarded than his ...
Strana 25
... grace is saying , hood mine eyes Thus with my hat , and sigh , and say , amen ; Use all the observance of civility , Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his grandam , never trust me more . Bass . Well , we shall see your ...
... grace is saying , hood mine eyes Thus with my hat , and sigh , and say , amen ; Use all the observance of civility , Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his grandam , never trust me more . Bass . Well , we shall see your ...
Strana 54
... grace : And speak , between the change of man and boy , trunect , - ] This word occurs only once . - It seems to imply some place from which the public boat was accustomed to set out . There are five sluices leading from the Brenta into ...
... grace : And speak , between the change of man and boy , trunect , - ] This word occurs only once . - It seems to imply some place from which the public boat was accustomed to set out . There are five sluices leading from the Brenta into ...
Strana 56
... grace of wit will shortly turn into silence ; and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.- Go in , sirrah ; bid them prepare for dinner . Laun . That is done , sir ; they have all stomachs . Lor . Goodly lord , what a wit ...
... grace of wit will shortly turn into silence ; and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.- Go in , sirrah ; bid them prepare for dinner . Laun . That is done , sir ; they have all stomachs . Lor . Goodly lord , what a wit ...
Strana 58
... grace . Duke . I am sorry for thee ; thou art come to answer A stony adversary , an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity , void and empty From any dram of mercy . Ant . I have heard , Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His ...
... grace . Duke . I am sorry for thee ; thou art come to answer A stony adversary , an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity , void and empty From any dram of mercy . Ant . I have heard , Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His ...
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Antigonus Antonio AUTOLYCUS Baptista Bass Bassanio Ben Jonson BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bohemia Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool forest of Arden fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honest honour Hortensio i'the Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leontes live look lord Lucentio madam maid marry master means mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua Parolles peize Petruchio play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art Touch Tranio unto Vincentio wife word young
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Strana 411 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Strana 119 - 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
Strana 40 - 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. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Strana 239 - 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 410 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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 47 - But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours- my lord's. I give them with this ring...
Strana 349 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Strana 115 - 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 64 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Strana 360 - Can thy dam? — may't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams; — how can this be? — With what's unreal thou co-active art, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent...