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 76
... hope for mercy , rend'ring none ? you , Shy . What judgment shall I dread , doing no wrong ? You have among you many a purchas'd slave , Which , like your asses , and your dogs , and mules , You use in abject and in slavish parts ...
... hope for mercy , rend'ring none ? you , Shy . What judgment shall I dread , doing no wrong ? You have among you many a purchas'd slave , Which , like your asses , and your dogs , and mules , You use in abject and in slavish parts ...
Pagina 95
... hope , the better for our words . Are they return'd ? Lor . But there is come a messenger before , Madam , they are not yet ; Go in , Nerissa , To signify their coming . Por . Give order to my servants , that they take 11 Not absolutely ...
... hope , the better for our words . Are they return'd ? Lor . But there is come a messenger before , Madam , they are not yet ; Go in , Nerissa , To signify their coming . Por . Give order to my servants , that they take 11 Not absolutely ...
Pagina 98
... hope , which receiv'd of me . Bass . If I could add a lie unto a fault , you I would deny it ; but you see , my finger Hath not the ring upon it , it is gone . Por . Even so void is your false heart of truth . By heaven , I will ne'er ...
... hope , which receiv'd of me . Bass . If I could add a lie unto a fault , you I would deny it ; but you see , my finger Hath not the ring upon it , it is gone . Por . Even so void is your false heart of truth . By heaven , I will ne'er ...
Pagina 113
... hope , I shall see an end of him : for my soul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more than he . Yet he's gentle ; never school'd , and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all sorts 14 enchant- ingly beloved ; and , indeed , so ...
... hope , I shall see an end of him : for my soul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more than he . Yet he's gentle ; never school'd , and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all sorts 14 enchant- ingly beloved ; and , indeed , so ...
Pagina 117
... hope of life in him : so he served the second , and so the third : Yonder they lie ; the poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over 5 Warburton thought the text should stand thus : Ros . With bills on their necks ...
... hope of life in him : so he served the second , and so the third : Yonder they lie ; the poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over 5 Warburton thought the text should stand thus : Ros . With bills on their necks ...
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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.