The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 3Dove, 1830 |
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... never trust me more . Bass . Well , we shall see your bearing . * Gra . Nay , but I bar to - night ; you shall not gage me By what we do to - night . Bass . No , that were pity ; I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of ...
... never trust me more . Bass . Well , we shall see your bearing . * Gra . Nay , but I bar to - night ; you shall not gage me By what we do to - night . Bass . No , that were pity ; I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of ...
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... never stale in thrifty mind . [ Exit . Jes . Farewell ; and if my fortune be not crost , I have a father , you a daughter , lost . [ Exit . SCENE VI . The same . Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO , masqued . Gra . This is the pent - house ...
... never stale in thrifty mind . [ Exit . Jes . Farewell ; and if my fortune be not crost , I have a father , you a daughter , lost . [ Exit . SCENE VI . The same . Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO , masqued . Gra . This is the pent - house ...
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... Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than gold . They have in England A coin , that bears the figure of an angel Stamp'd in gold ; but that's insculp'd upon ; But here an angel in a golden bed Lies all within . - Deliver me the key ...
... Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than gold . They have in England A coin , that bears the figure of an angel Stamp'd in gold ; but that's insculp'd upon ; But here an angel in a golden bed Lies all within . - Deliver me the key ...
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... never heard a passion so confus'd , So strange , outrageous , and so variable , As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : My daughter ! -O my ducats ! -O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian ? -O my christian ducats ! - Justice ! the law ...
... never heard a passion so confus'd , So strange , outrageous , and so variable , As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : My daughter ! -O my ducats ! -O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian ? -O my christian ducats ! - Justice ! the law ...
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... never to unfold to any one Which casket ' twas I chose ; next , if I fail Of the right casket , never in my life , To woo a maid in way of marriage ; lastly , If I do fail in fortune of my choice , Immediately to leave you and be gone ...
... never to unfold to any one Which casket ' twas I chose ; next , if I fail Of the right casket , never in my life , To woo a maid in way of marriage ; lastly , If I do fail in fortune of my choice , Immediately to leave you and be gone ...
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Antigonus Antonio AUTOLYCUS Baptista Bass Bassanio Ben Jonson BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bohemia Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool forest of Arden fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honest honour Hortensio i'the Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leontes live look lord Lucentio madam maid marry master means mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua Parolles peize Petruchio play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art Touch Tranio unto Vincentio wife word young
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Página 411 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 119 - And then the whining school-boy, 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
Página 40 - 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,...
Página 239 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 410 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 47 - But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours- my lord's. I give them with this ring...
Página 349 - 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 asham'd, 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.
Página 115 - 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.
Página 64 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Página 360 - Can thy dam? — may't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams; — how can this be? — With what's unreal thou co-active art, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent...