The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... Laun . Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew , my master . The fiend is at mine elbow , and tempts me , saying to me , Gobbo , Launcelot Gobbo , good Launcelot , or good Gobbo , or good Launcelot Gobbo , use your ...
... Laun . Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew , my master . The fiend is at mine elbow , and tempts me , saying to me , Gobbo , Launcelot Gobbo , good Launcelot , or good Gobbo , or good Launcelot Gobbo , use your ...
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... Laun . [ aside . ] O heavens , this is my true - begotten father ! who , being more than sand - blind , high - gravel blind , knows me not : —I will try confusions with him . Gob . Master young gentleman , I pray you , which is the way ...
... Laun . [ aside . ] O heavens , this is my true - begotten father ! who , being more than sand - blind , high - gravel blind , knows me not : —I will try confusions with him . Gob . Master young gentleman , I pray you , which is the way ...
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... Laun . Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel - post , a staff or a prop ? Do you know me , father ? Gob . Alack the day , I know you not , young gentleman : but , I pray you , tell me , is my boy ( God rest his soul ! ) alive or dead ? Laun ...
... Laun . Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel - post , a staff or a prop ? Do you know me , father ? Gob . Alack the day , I know you not , young gentleman : but , I pray you , tell me , is my boy ( God rest his soul ! ) alive or dead ? Laun ...
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... Laun . To him , father . Gob . God bless your worship ! Bass . Gramercy : would'st thou aught with me ? Gob . Here's my son , sir , a poor boy , - Laun . Not a poor boy , sir , but the rich Jew's man , that would , sir , as my father ...
... Laun . To him , father . Gob . God bless your worship ! Bass . Gramercy : would'st thou aught with me ? Gob . Here's my son , sir , a poor boy , - Laun . Not a poor boy , sir , but the rich Jew's man , that would , sir , as my father ...
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... LAUN . and Old GOB . Bass . I pray thee , good Leonardo , think on this : These things being bought and orderly bestow'd , Return in haste , for I do feast to - night My best esteem'd acquaintance : hie thee , go . Leon . My best ...
... LAUN . and Old GOB . Bass . I pray thee , good Leonardo , think on this : These things being bought and orderly bestow'd , Return in haste , for I do feast to - night My best esteem'd acquaintance : hie thee , go . Leon . My best ...
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Seite 267 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 245 - 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.
Seite 278 - Then the whining schoolboy, 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' 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...
Seite 94 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...