The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Svazek 3J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Strana 40
... sold , But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgment old , Your answer had not been inscrol'd : Fare you well ; your suit is cold . Cold , indeed ; and labour lost ...
... sold , But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgment old , Your answer had not been inscrol'd : Fare you well ; your suit is cold . Cold , indeed ; and labour lost ...
Strana 134
... sold : Go with me ; if you like , upon report , The soil , the profit , and this kind of life , I will your very faithful feeder be , And buy it with your gold right suddenly . [ Exeunt . 1 Cares . SCENE V. The same . Enter AMIENS ...
... sold : Go with me ; if you like , upon report , The soil , the profit , and this kind of life , I will your very faithful feeder be , And buy it with your gold right suddenly . [ Exeunt . 1 Cares . SCENE V. The same . Enter AMIENS ...
Strana 173
... sold your own lands , to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Enter ORLANDO . Ros . And your experience makes you sad : I had ...
... sold your own lands , to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Enter ORLANDO . Ros . And your experience makes you sad : I had ...
Strana 261
... sold a goodly manor for a song . Count . Let me see what he writes , and when he means to come . [ Opening a letter . Clo . I have no mind to Isbel , since I was at court : our old ling and our Isbels o'the country are nothing like your ...
... sold a goodly manor for a song . Count . Let me see what he writes , and when he means to come . [ Opening a letter . Clo . I have no mind to Isbel , since I was at court : our old ling and our Isbels o'the country are nothing like your ...
Strana 279
... Sold . Good captain , let me be the interpreter . 1 Lord . Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? 1 Sold . No , sir , I warrant you , 6 From under our windows . 1 Lord . But what linsy - woolsy hast thou Scene VII . 279 ...
... Sold . Good captain , let me be the interpreter . 1 Lord . Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? 1 Sold . No , sir , I warrant you , 6 From under our windows . 1 Lord . But what linsy - woolsy hast thou Scene VII . 279 ...
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Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother comes Count daughter doth ducats Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gratiano Gremio hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio husband Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord Lorenzo lov'd Lucentio madam maid marriage marry master mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua PAROLLES Petruchio Phebe Pisa Portia pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Servant Shylock signior sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Venice Vincentio What's wife wilt withal young youth
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Strana 78 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy...
Strana 143 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd...
Strana 15 - 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.
Strana 92 - 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 7 - 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 10 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Strana 143 - Made to his mistress' eye-brow : Then, a soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth : And then, the justice; In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful...
Strana 54 - It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Strana 91 - 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.—Mark the music.
Strana 139 - 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.