The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Part 18,Volum 3 |
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Pàgina 6
... fear Misfortune to my ventures , out of doubt , Would make me sad . Salar . My wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run ...
... fear Misfortune to my ventures , out of doubt , Would make me sad . Salar . My wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run ...
Pàgina 13
... fear , he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old , being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these ...
... fear , he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old , being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these ...
Pàgina 14
... fear of the worst , I pray thee , set a deep glass of Rhenish wine on the contrary casket : for , if the devil be within , and that tempta- tion without , I know he will choose it . I will do any thing , Nerissa , ere I will be married ...
... fear of the worst , I pray thee , set a deep glass of Rhenish wine on the contrary casket : for , if the devil be within , and that tempta- tion without , I know he will choose it . I will do any thing , Nerissa , ere I will be married ...
Pàgina 21
... fear not , man ; I will not forfeit it ; Within these two months , that's a month before This bond expires , I do expect return < Of thrice three times the value of this bond . Shy . O father Abraham , what these Christians are ; Whose ...
... fear not , man ; I will not forfeit it ; Within these two months , that's a month before This bond expires , I do expect return < Of thrice three times the value of this bond . Shy . O father Abraham , what these Christians are ; Whose ...
Pàgina 22
... fear . To fear was anciently to give as well as feel ter- So in K. Henry IV . Part I. rors . A mighty and a fearful head they are . ' And let us make incision1 for your love , To 22 ACT I. MERCHANT OF.
... fear . To fear was anciently to give as well as feel ter- So in K. Henry IV . Part I. rors . A mighty and a fearful head they are . ' And let us make incision1 for your love , To 22 ACT I. MERCHANT OF.
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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,...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.