Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night; or, What you willG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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Pagina 62
... LAUNCELOT GOBBO , the clown , servant to Shy- lock . OLD GOBBO , father to Launcelot . LEONARDO , servant to Bassanio . BALTHASAR , STEPHANO , servants to Portia . PORTIA , a rich heiress . NERISSA , her waiting - maid . JESSICA ...
... LAUNCELOT GOBBO , the clown , servant to Shy- lock . OLD GOBBO , father to Launcelot . LEONARDO , servant to Bassanio . BALTHASAR , STEPHANO , servants to Portia . PORTIA , a rich heiress . NERISSA , her waiting - maid . JESSICA ...
Pagina 79
... LAUNCELOT . 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 ...
... LAUNCELOT . 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 ...
Pagina 80
... Launcelot Gobbo ; do not run ; scorn running with thy heels . ' Well , the most courageous fiend bids me pack : ' Via ! ' says the fiend ; ' away ! ' says the fiend ; for the heavens , rouse up a brave mind , ' says the fiend , ' and ...
... Launcelot Gobbo ; do not run ; scorn running with thy heels . ' Well , the most courageous fiend bids me pack : ' Via ! ' says the fiend ; ' away ! ' says the fiend ; for the heavens , rouse up a brave mind , ' says the fiend , ' and ...
Pagina 81
... Launcelot . Gob . Your worship's friend and Launcelot , sir . Laun . But pray you , ergo , old man , ergo , I beseech you , talk you of young Master Launcelot ? Gob . Of Launcelot , an't please your master- ship . Laun . Ergo , Master ...
... Launcelot . Gob . Your worship's friend and Launcelot , sir . Laun . But pray you , ergo , old man , ergo , I beseech you , talk you of young Master Launcelot ? Gob . Of Launcelot , an't please your master- ship . Laun . Ergo , Master ...
Pagina 82
... Launcelot , the Jew's man , and I am sure Margery your wife is my mother . Gob . Her name is Margery , indeed : I'll be sworn , if thou be Launcelot , thou art mine own flesh and blood . Lord worshipped might he be ! what a beard hast ...
... Launcelot , the Jew's man , and I am sure Margery your wife is my mother . Gob . Her name is Margery , indeed : I'll be sworn , if thou be Launcelot , thou art mine own flesh and blood . Lord worshipped might he be ! what a beard hast ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio better Bianca Bion Biondello comes Count daughter dear Demetrius dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fool fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Hortensio Illyria is't Kate Kath King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord Lucentio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master mistress Nerissa never night Orlando Padua Petruchio PHILOSTRATE pray prithee Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE shalt Shylock Signior Sir Toby sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titania Touch Tranio unto What's wife young youth ΙΟ
Populaire passages
Pagina 170 - 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
Pagina 131 - 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...
Pagina 406 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pagina 35 - 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...
Pagina 167 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: '"Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more '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.
Pagina 74 - 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.