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 7
... never meet , but there's a skirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas , he gets nothing by That . In our laft conflict , four of his five wits went halting off , and now is the whole man govern'd with one : So that if he have wit enough ...
... never meet , but there's a skirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas , he gets nothing by That . In our laft conflict , four of his five wits went halting off , and now is the whole man govern'd with one : So that if he have wit enough ...
Pàgina 11
... never fee a batchelor of threefcore again ? go to , i'faith , if thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and figh away Sundays : look , Don Pedro is return'd to feek you . Re - enter Don Pedro and Don John ...
... never fee a batchelor of threefcore again ? go to , i'faith , if thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and figh away Sundays : look , Don Pedro is return'd to feek you . Re - enter Don Pedro and Don John ...
Pàgina 17
... never can see him , but I am heart - burn'd an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy difpofition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made just in the mid - way between him and Benedick ; the one is too like an image ...
... never can see him , but I am heart - burn'd an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy difpofition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made just in the mid - way between him and Benedick ; the one is too like an image ...
Pàgina 21
... never do him fo ill - well , unless you were the very man : here's his dry hand up and down ; you are he , you are he . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urf . Come , come , do you think , I do not know you by your excellent wit ? can virtue ...
... never do him fo ill - well , unless you were the very man : here's his dry hand up and down ; you are he , you are he . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urf . Come , come , do you think , I do not know you by your excellent wit ? can virtue ...
Pàgina 27
... never fad but when the fleeps , and not ever fad then ; ( 7 ) for I have heard my daughter fay , fhe hath often dream'd of an happiness , and wak'd her felf with laughing . Pedro . She cannot endure to hear tell of a huf band . Leon . O ...
... never fad but when the fleeps , and not ever fad then ; ( 7 ) for I have heard my daughter fay , fhe hath often dream'd of an happiness , and wak'd her felf with laughing . Pedro . She cannot endure to hear tell of a huf band . Leon . O ...
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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...