The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Svazek 5R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Strana 393
... BION . Where have I been ? Nay , how now , where are you ? Master , has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? Or you stol'n his ? or both ? pray , what's the news ? Luc . Sirrah , come hither ; ' tis no time to jest , And therefore ...
... BION . Where have I been ? Nay , how now , where are you ? Master , has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? Or you stol'n his ? or both ? pray , what's the news ? Luc . Sirrah , come hither ; ' tis no time to jest , And therefore ...
Strana 394
... BION . I , sir ? ne'er a whit . Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth ; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . BION . The better for him ; ' Would I were so too ! TRA . So would I3 , ' faith , boy , to have the next wish after , - That ...
... BION . I , sir ? ne'er a whit . Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth ; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . BION . The better for him ; ' Would I were so too ! TRA . So would I3 , ' faith , boy , to have the next wish after , - That ...
Strana 407
... BION . He that has the two fair daughters : -is't [ Aside to TRANIO , ] he you mean3 ? Lastly , in Turberville's translation of Ovid's epistle from Medea to Jason : " Doleful to me than is the trumpet's clang . " The trumpet's clang is ...
... BION . He that has the two fair daughters : -is't [ Aside to TRANIO , ] he you mean3 ? Lastly , in Turberville's translation of Ovid's epistle from Medea to Jason : " Doleful to me than is the trumpet's clang . " The trumpet's clang is ...
Strana 410
... BION . O excellent motion ! Fellows , let's begone 7 . HOR . The motion's good indeed , and be it so ; — Petruchio , I shall be your ben venuto . [ Exeunt . 5 Please ye we may CONTRIVE this afternoon , ] Mr. Theobald asks what they were ...
... BION . O excellent motion ! Fellows , let's begone 7 . HOR . The motion's good indeed , and be it so ; — Petruchio , I shall be your ben venuto . [ Exeunt . 5 Please ye we may CONTRIVE this afternoon , ] Mr. Theobald asks what they were ...
Strana 441
... BION . He is coming . BAP . When will he be here ? BION . When he stands where I am , and sees you there . TRA . But , say , what : -To thine old news . BION . Why , Petruchio is coming , in a new hat , and an old jerkin ; a pair of old ...
... BION . He is coming . BAP . When will he be here ? BION . When he stands where I am , and sees you there . TRA . But , say , what : -To thine old news . BION . Why , Petruchio is coming , in a new hat , and an old jerkin ; a pair of old ...
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Strana 236 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Strana 75 - 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 18 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes
Strana 184 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Strana 25 - 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.
Strana 223 - 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.
Strana 141 - By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature.
Strana 205 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Strana 75 - 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 520 - 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 ashamed 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.