The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice. Midsummer night's dream. Love's labor's lostH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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Strana 237
... Prin . Good lord Boyet , my beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted florish of your praise : Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : I am less proud to hear you tell my worth ...
... Prin . Good lord Boyet , my beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted florish of your praise : Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : I am less proud to hear you tell my worth ...
Strana 238
... Prin . Some merry mocking lord , belike ; is ' t so ? Mar. They say so most , that most his humors know . Prin . Such short - lived wits do wither as they grow . Who are the rest ? Kath . The young Dumain , a well - accomplish'd youth ...
... Prin . Some merry mocking lord , belike ; is ' t so ? Mar. They say so most , that most his humors know . Prin . Such short - lived wits do wither as they grow . Who are the rest ? Kath . The young Dumain , a well - accomplish'd youth ...
Strana 239
... Prin . God bless my ladies ! are they all in love ; That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? Mar. Here comes Boyet . Prin . Re - enter BOYET . Now , what admittance , lord › Boy . Navarre had ...
... Prin . God bless my ladies ! are they all in love ; That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? Mar. Here comes Boyet . Prin . Re - enter BOYET . Now , what admittance , lord › Boy . Navarre had ...
Strana 240
... Prin . I will be welcome then : conduct me thither . King . Hear me , dear lady ! I have sworn an oath . Prin . Our lady help my lord ! he ' ll be forsworn . King . Not for the world , fair madam , by my will . Prin . Why , will shall ...
... Prin . I will be welcome then : conduct me thither . King . Hear me , dear lady ! I have sworn an oath . Prin . Our lady help my lord ! he ' ll be forsworn . King . Not for the world , fair madam , by my will . Prin . Why , will shall ...
Strana 241
... Prin . You will the sooner , that I were away ; For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay . Bir . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Ros . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Bir . I know , you did . Ros . How ...
... Prin . You will the sooner , that I were away ; For you'll prove perjured if you make me stay . Bir . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Ros . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Bir . I know , you did . Ros . How ...
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adieu Antonio Armado Athens Bassanio Biron blood bond Boyet casket Costard dear Demetrius dost doth ducats duke Dull Dumain Egeus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady fairy father fear flesh fool forsworn gentle give grace Gratiano hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Jaquenetta Jessica Kath King l'envoy lady Laun Launcelot lion Longaville look lord Lorenzo love's lovers Lysander madam master MERCHANT OF VENICE merry MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night o'er oath Oberon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey Portia praise pray thee princess Puck Pyramus Quince ring Rosaline Salan Salar SCENE SHAK Shylock Sir Nath sleep soul speak swear sweet tell Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast thousand ducats Titania tongue true unto Venice word
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Strana 12 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Strana 96 - Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Strana 332 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Strana 208 - 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 21 - 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 141 - 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 142 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst 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 220 - 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 85 - 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.
Strana 103 - 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...