The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Deel 18,Volume 3 |
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Pagina 26
... eye Myops .'- Holyoke's Dictionary . 6 To try conclusions , was to put to the proof , in other words to try experiments . 7 God's sonties was probably a corruption of God's saints , in old language saunctes : santé and sanctity have ...
... eye Myops .'- Holyoke's Dictionary . 6 To try conclusions , was to put to the proof , in other words to try experiments . 7 God's sonties was probably a corruption of God's saints , in old language saunctes : santé and sanctity have ...
Pagina 27
... eyes , you might fail of the knowing me : it is a wise father , that knows his own child . Well , old man , I will tell you news of your son : Give me your blessing : truth will come to light ; murder cannot be hid long , a man's son ...
... eyes , you might fail of the knowing me : it is a wise father , that knows his own child . Well , old man , I will tell you news of your son : Give me your blessing : truth will come to light ; murder cannot be hid long , a man's son ...
Pagina 30
... eye . [ Exeunt LAUNCELOT and old GOBBO . 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 ...
... eye . [ Exeunt LAUNCELOT and old GOBBO . 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 ...
Pagina 31
... eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why , there they show Something too liberal 12 ; -pray thee , take pain To allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit ; lest , through thy wild behaviour , I ...
... eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why , there they show Something too liberal 12 ; -pray thee , take pain To allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit ; lest , through thy wild behaviour , I ...
Pagina 34
... eyes shall be thy judge , - The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio : - What , Jessica ! -thou shalt not gormandize , As thou hast done with me ; —What , Jessica ! —- And sleep and snore , and rend apparel out ; - Why , Jessica , I ...
... eyes shall be thy judge , - The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio : - What , Jessica ! -thou shalt not gormandize , As thou hast done with me ; —What , Jessica ! —- And sleep and snore , and rend apparel out ; - Why , Jessica , I ...
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aglets Antonio Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cotgrave Count daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune gentleman give Gratiano Grumio hast hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Jessica Kate Kath King knave lady Lafeu Laun Launcelot look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malone marry master means Merchant of Venice merry mistress musick Nerissa never old copy reads Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe play Portia pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock Signior sirrah speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee thing thou art Touch Tranio Troilus and Cressida unto Venice Vincentio wife word young
Populaire passages
Pagina 149 - 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...
Pagina 20 - Shylock, we would have moneys : " you say so, You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say " Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Pagina 16 - 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.
Pagina 129 - 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.
Pagina 95 - 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.
Pagina 49 - 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,...
Pagina 444 - 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 ashamed 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.
Pagina 148 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. 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 103 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Pagina 302 - 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.