The Works of William Shakespeare, Zväzok 2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Strana 12
... lady is this same To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage , That you to - day promis'd to tell me of ? Bass . ' Tis not unknown to you , Antonio , How much I have disabled mine estate , By something showing a more swelling port Than my ...
... lady is this same To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage , That you to - day promis'd to tell me of ? Bass . ' Tis not unknown to you , Antonio , How much I have disabled mine estate , By something showing a more swelling port Than my ...
Strana 13
... lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyes . I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter , Brutus ' Portia ...
... lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyes . I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter , Brutus ' Portia ...
Strana 15
... lady his mother play'd false with a smith . Ner . Then , is there the county Palatine . Por . He doth nothing but frown ; as who should say , An if you will not have me , choose : He hears merry tales , and smiles not : I fear , he will ...
... lady his mother play'd false with a smith . Ner . Then , is there the county Palatine . Por . He doth nothing but frown ; as who should say , An if you will not have me , choose : He hears merry tales , and smiles not : I fear , he will ...
Strana 16
... lady , the having any of these lords ; they have acquainted me with their determina- tions : which is indeed , to return to their home , and to trouble you with no more suit ; unless you may be won by some other sort than your father's ...
... lady , the having any of these lords ; they have acquainted me with their determina- tions : which is indeed , to return to their home , and to trouble you with no more suit ; unless you may be won by some other sort than your father's ...
Strana 22
... lady , this aspéct of mine Hath fear'd the valiant ; by my love , I swear , The best regarded virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too : I would not change this hue , Except to steal your thoughts , my gentle queen . Por . In terms of ...
... lady , this aspéct of mine Hath fear'd the valiant ; by my love , I swear , The best regarded virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too : I would not change this hue , Except to steal your thoughts , my gentle queen . Por . In terms of ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.