The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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Strana 181
Arm . B Spirit grows melancholye dear imp . SCENE changes to Armado's House
.. Enter Armado , and Moth . OY , what sign is it , when a man of great Moth . A
great fign , Sir , that he will look fad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self -
fame ...
Arm . B Spirit grows melancholye dear imp . SCENE changes to Armado's House
.. Enter Armado , and Moth . OY , what sign is it , when a man of great Moth . A
great fign , Sir , that he will look fad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self -
fame ...
Strana 182
In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes,
Explanatory and Critical: William Shakespeare. Moth . I am answer'd , Sir . Arm . I
love not to be croft . Moth . He speaks the clean contrary , crosses love not him .
In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes,
Explanatory and Critical: William Shakespeare. Moth . I am answer'd , Sir . Arm . I
love not to be croft . Moth . He speaks the clean contrary , crosses love not him .
Strana 183
Who was Sampo fon's love , my dear Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of
what complexion ? : Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or one of the
four . Arm . Tell me precisely of what complexion Moth . Of the sea - water green ...
Who was Sampo fon's love , my dear Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of
what complexion ? : Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or one of the
four . Arm . Tell me precisely of what complexion Moth . Of the sea - water green ...
Strana 197
Moth . As swift as lead , Sir . Arm . Thy meaning , pretty ingenious ? Is not lead a
metal heavy , dull and flow ? Moth . Minimè , honest maiter ; or rather , master , no
. Arm . I say , lead is now . Moth . You are too swift , Sir , to say so . Is that lead ...
Moth . As swift as lead , Sir . Arm . Thy meaning , pretty ingenious ? Is not lead a
metal heavy , dull and flow ? Moth . Minimè , honest maiter ; or rather , master , no
. Arm . I say , lead is now . Moth . You are too swift , Sir , to say so . Is that lead ...
Strana 229
Most military Sir , falutation . Moth . They have been at a great feast of languages
, and stole the scraps . Coft . O , they have liv'd long on the Alms - basket of words
. I marvel , thy master hath not eaten thee for a word ; for thou art not so long by ...
Most military Sir , falutation . Moth . They have been at a great feast of languages
, and stole the scraps . Coft . O , they have liv'd long on the Alms - basket of words
. I marvel , thy master hath not eaten thee for a word ; for thou art not so long by ...
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Strana 97 - 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 427 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Strana 91 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His 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.
Strana 186 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Strana 97 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Strana 99 - 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?
Strana 222 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Strana 290 - Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...
Strana 149 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Strana 159 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood : If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
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| Názov | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical – Časť 9,Zväzok 2, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Prispievatelia | Henry Lintot, Charles Hitch, Jacob Tonson, Richard Tonson, Charles Corbet, Bethel Wellington, Richard Wellington, John Brindley, E. New |
| Vydavateľ | H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Oxfordská univerzita |
| Digitalizované | 12. sep. 2007 |
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