The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:, Part 9,Volum 2H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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Pàgina 35
... fweet Benedick ! God give me patience ! Leon . She doth , indeed , my daughter fays fo ; and the ecflafie hath fo much overborn her , that my daughter is fometime afraid , fhe will do desperate outrage to her felf ; it is very true ...
... fweet Benedick ! God give me patience ! Leon . She doth , indeed , my daughter fays fo ; and the ecflafie hath fo much overborn her , that my daughter is fometime afraid , fhe will do desperate outrage to her felf ; it is very true ...
Pàgina 39
... fweet bait that we lay for it . No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know , her fpirits are as coy and wild As haggerds of the rock . Urfu . But are you fure , That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely ? Hero . So fays the ...
... fweet bait that we lay for it . No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know , her fpirits are as coy and wild As haggerds of the rock . Urfu . But are you fure , That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely ? Hero . So fays the ...
Pàgina 43
... fweet youth's in love . Pedro . The greatest note of it is his melancholy . Claud . And when was he wont to wash his face ? Pedro . Yea , or to paint himself ? for the which , I hear what they fay of him . Claud . Nay , but his jefting ...
... fweet youth's in love . Pedro . The greatest note of it is his melancholy . Claud . And when was he wont to wash his face ? Pedro . Yea , or to paint himself ? for the which , I hear what they fay of him . Claud . Nay , but his jefting ...
Pàgina 51
... fweet Hero . Hero . Why , how now ? do you speak in the fick tune ? Beat . I am out of all other tune , methinks . Marg . Clap us into Light o ' love ; that goes without a burden ; do you fing it , and I'll dance it . Beat . Yes , Light ...
... fweet Hero . Hero . Why , how now ? do you speak in the fick tune ? Beat . I am out of all other tune , methinks . Marg . Clap us into Light o ' love ; that goes without a burden ; do you fing it , and I'll dance it . Beat . Yes , Light ...
Pàgina 59
... fweet lady lie not guiltless here Under fome biting error . Leon . Friar , it cannot be ; ཡིན ། Thou feeft , that all the grace , that she hath left ,, Is , that fhe will not add to her damnation A fin of perjury ; fhe not denies it ...
... fweet lady lie not guiltless here Under fome biting error . Leon . Friar , it cannot be ; ཡིན ། Thou feeft , that all the grace , that she hath left ,, Is , that fhe will not add to her damnation A fin of perjury ; fhe not denies it ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...