Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewPhillips and Samson, 1846 |
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Pàgina 34
... Moth ! and Mustard - seed ! 1 Fai . Ready . 2 Fai . 3 Fai . 4 Fai . Enter four Fairies . And I. And I. And I. All . Where shall we go ? Tita . Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks , and gambol in his eyes ; Feed ...
... Moth ! and Mustard - seed ! 1 Fai . Ready . 2 Fai . 3 Fai . 4 Fai . Enter four Fairies . And I. And I. And I. All . Where shall we go ? Tita . Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks , and gambol in his eyes ; Feed ...
Pàgina 76
... MOTH , Page to Armado . A Forester . Princess of France . ROSALINE , MARIA , } Ladies , attending on the Princess . KATHARINE , JAQUENETTA , a Country Wench . Officers and Others , Attendants on the King and Princess . SCENE . Navarre ...
... MOTH , Page to Armado . A Forester . Princess of France . ROSALINE , MARIA , } Ladies , attending on the Princess . KATHARINE , JAQUENETTA , a Country Wench . Officers and Others , Attendants on the King and Princess . SCENE . Navarre ...
Pàgina 86
... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp.1 Moth . No , no ; O lord , sir , no ...
... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp.1 Moth . No , no ; O lord , sir , no ...
Pàgina 87
... Moth . Speak you this in my praise , master ? Arm . In thy condign praise . Moth . I will praise an eel with the same praise . Arm . What ? that an eel is ingenious ? Moth . That an eel is quick . Arm . I do say , thou art quick in ...
... Moth . Speak you this in my praise , master ? Arm . In thy condign praise . Moth . I will praise an eel with the same praise . Arm . What ? that an eel is ingenious ? Moth . That an eel is quick . Arm . I do say , thou art quick in ...
Pàgina 88
... Moth . Samson , master . He was a man of good carriage , great carriage ! For he carried the town- gates on his back ... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or ...
... Moth . Samson , master . He was a man of good carriage , great carriage ! For he carried the town- gates on his back ... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Arm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet comes Costard Count daughter Demetrius doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace Gremio Grumio hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honor Hortensio Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord lovers Lucentio Lysander madam maid marry master means mistress Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon old copy reads Orlando Padua Petruchio PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray Puck Pyramus ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE seignior Shakspeare Shylock speak swear sweet tell thee Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch Tranio true unto Venice wife word young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 291 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Pàgina 244 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 : Mark the music.
Pàgina 209 - 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 181 - 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 215 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Pàgina 238 - Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Pàgina 232 - The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown...
Pàgina 20 - 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 21 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all armed: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west. And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Pàgina 57 - 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.