The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and , when you have them , they are not worth the search . Ant . Well ; tell me now , what lady is this same To whom you swore a ...
... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and , when you have them , they are not worth the search . Ant . Well ; tell me now , what lady is this same To whom you swore a ...
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... reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday ; Who told me , -in the narrow seas , that part The French and English , there miscarried A vessel of our country , richly fraught : I thought upon Antonio , when he told me ; And wish'd in silence ...
... reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday ; Who told me , -in the narrow seas , that part The French and English , there miscarried A vessel of our country , richly fraught : I thought upon Antonio , when he told me ; And wish'd in silence ...
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... reason ? I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands , organs , dimensions , senses , affec- tions , passions ? fed with the same food , hurt by the same weapons , subject to the same diseases , healed by the same means ...
... reason ? I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands , organs , dimensions , senses , affec- tions , passions ? fed with the same food , hurt by the same weapons , subject to the same diseases , healed by the same means ...
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... reason'd with a gracious voice , Obscures the show of evil ? In religion , What damned error , but some sober brow Will bless it , and approve it with a text , Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ? There is no vice so simple , but ...
... reason'd with a gracious voice , Obscures the show of evil ? In religion , What damned error , but some sober brow Will bless it , and approve it with a text , Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ? There is no vice so simple , but ...
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... reason for it . Signior Antonio Commends him to you . Bass . Ere I ope his letter , [ Gives BASSANIO a letter . I pray you , tell me how my good friend doth . Sale . Not sick , my lord , unless it be in mind ; Nor well , unless in mind ...
... reason for it . Signior Antonio Commends him to you . Bass . Ere I ope his letter , [ Gives BASSANIO a letter . I pray you , tell me how my good friend doth . Sale . Not sick , my lord , unless it be in mind ; Nor well , unless in mind ...
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Ansaldo Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin D.John D.Pedro daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady fairy faith father fool gentle Giannetto give grace hand hath hear heart Hermia Hero Hippolyta honour JOHNSON King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord lover Lysander madam maid MALONE marry master master constable means merry mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orla Orlando play Pompey Portia pray thee prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin quintain Rosalind Salan SCENE Shakspeare shalt Shylock signior sing speak STEEV STEEVENS swear sweet tell Theseus thing thou art Titania tongue Touch troth true unto Venice WARBURTON word
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Страница 69 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Страница 70 - 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...
Страница 7 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Страница 33 - 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
Страница 18 - 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.
Страница 22 - 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.
Страница 34 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Страница 45 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Страница 20 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated* me About my moneys and my usances :* Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Страница 23 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.