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 13
... marry him , I should marry twenty husbands : if he would despise me , I would forgive him ; for if he love me to madness , I shall never requite him . Ner . What say you then to Faulconbridge , the young baron of England ? Por . You ...
... marry him , I should marry twenty husbands : if he would despise me , I would forgive him ; for if he love me to madness , I shall never requite him . Ner . What say you then to Faulconbridge , the young baron of England ? Por . You ...
Pàgina 26
... marry , at the very next turning , turn of no hand , but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house . Gob . By God's sonties 7 , ' twill be a hard way to hit . Can you tell me whether one Launcelot , that dwells with him , dwell with him ...
... marry , at the very next turning , turn of no hand , but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house . Gob . By God's sonties 7 , ' twill be a hard way to hit . Can you tell me whether one Launcelot , that dwells with him , dwell with him ...
Pàgina 27
... Marry , God forbid ! the boy was the very staff of my age , my very prop . Laun . Do I look like a cudgel , or a hovel - post , a staff , or a prop ? -Do you know me , father ? Gob . Alack the day , I know you not , young gen- tleman ...
... Marry , God forbid ! the boy was the very staff of my age , my very prop . Laun . Do I look like a cudgel , or a hovel - post , a staff , or a prop ? -Do you know me , father ? Gob . Alack the day , I know you not , young gen- tleman ...
Pàgina 33
... Marry , sir , to bid my old master the Jew to sup to - night with my new master the Christian . Lor . Hold here , take this : —tell gentle Jessica , I will not fail her ; -speak it privately ; go.- Gentlemen , [ Exit LAUNCElot . Will ...
... Marry , sir , to bid my old master the Jew to sup to - night with my new master the Christian . Lor . Hold here , take this : —tell gentle Jessica , I will not fail her ; -speak it privately ; go.- Gentlemen , [ Exit LAUNCElot . Will ...
Pàgina 34
William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. Salar . Ay , marry , I'll be gone about it straight . Salan . And so will I. Lor . Meet me , and Gratiano , At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence . Salar . ' Tis good we do so . [ Exeunt SALAR ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. Salar . Ay , marry , I'll be gone about it straight . Salan . And so will I. Lor . Meet me , and Gratiano , At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence . Salar . ' Tis good we do so . [ Exeunt SALAR ...
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.