Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewPhillips and Samson, 1846 |
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... prayers could such affection move ! Her . The more I hate , the more he follows me . Hel . The more I love , the more he ... pray thou for us , And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius ! Keep word , Lysander . We must starve our sight From ...
... prayers could such affection move ! Her . The more I hate , the more he follows me . Hel . The more I love , the more he ... pray thou for us , And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius ! Keep word , Lysander . We must starve our sight From ...
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... Pray you , if it be , give it me , for I am slow of study . Quin . You may do it extempore , for it is nothing but roaring . Bot . Let me play the lion too . I will roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar ...
... Pray you , if it be , give it me , for I am slow of study . Quin . You may do it extempore , for it is nothing but roaring . Bot . Let me play the lion too . I will roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar ...
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... pray you , fail me not . Bot . We will meet ; and there we may rehearse more obscenely , and courageously . Take pains ; be perfect ; adieu . Quin . At the duke's oak we meet . Bot . Enough ; hold , or cut bow - strings.1 [ Exeunt . ACT ...
... pray you , fail me not . Bot . We will meet ; and there we may rehearse more obscenely , and courageously . Take pains ; be perfect ; adieu . Quin . At the duke's oak we meet . Bot . Enough ; hold , or cut bow - strings.1 [ Exeunt . ACT ...
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... pray thee , give it me . I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows , Where ox - lips and the nodding violet grows ; 1 The greater cowslip . Quite over - canopied with luscious woodbine , With sweet SC . II . ] 23 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S ...
... pray thee , give it me . I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows , Where ox - lips and the nodding violet grows ; 1 The greater cowslip . Quite over - canopied with luscious woodbine , With sweet SC . II . ] 23 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S ...
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... Pray , masters ! fly , masters ! help ! [ Exeunt Clowns . Puck . I'll follow you , I'll lead you about a round , Through bog , through bush , through brake , through brier : Sometime a horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog , a ...
... Pray , masters ! fly , masters ! help ! [ Exeunt Clowns . Puck . I'll follow you , I'll lead you about a round , Through bog , through bush , through brake , through brier : Sometime a horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog , a ...
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Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet comes Costard Count daughter Demetrius doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace Gremio Grumio hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honor Hortensio Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord lovers Lucentio Lysander madam maid marry master means mistress Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon old copy reads Orlando Padua Petruchio PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray Puck Pyramus ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE seignior Shakspeare Shylock speak swear sweet tell thee Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch Tranio true unto Venice wife word young
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Página 291 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Página 244 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
Página 209 - 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.
Página 181 - 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.
Página 215 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Página 238 - 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.
Página 232 - The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown...
Página 20 - 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.
Página 21 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all armed: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west. And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Página 57 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.