The Works of William Shakespeare, Volum 4Little, Brown, 1872 |
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Pàgina 30
... lover , or a tyrant ? Quin . A lover , that kills himself most gallantly for love . Bot . That will ask some tears in the true per- forming of it : if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I will move storms ; I will condole ...
... lover , or a tyrant ? Quin . A lover , that kills himself most gallantly for love . Bot . That will ask some tears in the true per- forming of it : if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I will move storms ; I will condole ...
Pàgina 31
... lover dear ! - thy Thisby dear , and lady dear ! " Quin . No , no ; you must play Pyramus , and , Flute , you Thisby . Bot . Well , proceed . Quin . Robin Starveling , the tailor . Starveling . Here , Peter Quince . Quin . mother ...
... lover dear ! - thy Thisby dear , and lady dear ! " Quin . No , no ; you must play Pyramus , and , Flute , you Thisby . Bot . Well , proceed . Quin . Robin Starveling , the tailor . Starveling . Here , Peter Quince . Quin . mother ...
Pàgina 57
... lover's fee . Shall we their fond pageant see ? Lord , what fools these mortals be ! Obe . Stand aside ; the noise they make Will cause Demetrius to awake . Puck . Then will two at once woo one ; That must needs be sport alone ; And ...
... lover's fee . Shall we their fond pageant see ? Lord , what fools these mortals be ! Obe . Stand aside ; the noise they make Will cause Demetrius to awake . Puck . Then will two at once woo one ; That must needs be sport alone ; And ...
Pàgina 69
... lover , remedy . When thou wak'st , Thou ' tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye : [ Lies down . And the country proverb known , That every man should take his own , In your waking shall be shewn : ' Jack shall have ...
... lover , remedy . When thou wak'st , Thou ' tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye : [ Lies down . And the country proverb known , That every man should take his own , In your waking shall be shewn : ' Jack shall have ...
Pàgina 79
... lover , and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold ; That is the madman : the lover , all as frantic , Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling ...
... lover , and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold ; That is the madman : the lover , all as frantic , Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye , in a fine frenzy rolling ...
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Pàgina 37 - 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.
Pàgina 226 - 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 of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Pàgina 188 - I am a Jew : 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.
Pàgina 41 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Pàgina 308 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, 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 everything.
Pàgina 76 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pàgina 227 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Pàgina 307 - 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...
Pàgina 307 - 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...
Pàgina 158 - Aside.] 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. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest : Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him 1 BASS.