Much ado about nothing. The marchant of Venice. Love's labour lost. As you like it. Taming the shrewJ. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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35. oldal
... fweet Benedick ! God give me patience ! Leon . She doth , indeed , my daughter fays fo ; and the ecftafie hath fo much overborn her , that my daughter is fometime afraid , fhe will do defperate outrage to her felf ; it is very true . 60 ...
... fweet Benedick ! God give me patience ! Leon . She doth , indeed , my daughter fays fo ; and the ecftafie hath fo much overborn her , that my daughter is fometime afraid , fhe will do defperate outrage to her felf ; it is very true . 60 ...
40. oldal
... fweet bait that we lay for it . No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difsdainful ; I know , her fpirits are as coy and wild As haggerds of the rock . I 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 difsdainful ; I know , her fpirits are as coy and wild As haggerds of the rock . I Urfu . But are you fure , That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely ? Hero . So fays the ...
44. oldal
... Claud . That's as much as to fay , the fweet youth's in love . Pedro . The greatest note of it is his melancholy . 5 Edit . 1600 . Mr. Pope . Claud Claud . And when was he wont to wash his 44 MUCH ADO about NOTHING .
... Claud . That's as much as to fay , the fweet youth's in love . Pedro . The greatest note of it is his melancholy . 5 Edit . 1600 . Mr. Pope . Claud Claud . And when was he wont to wash his 44 MUCH ADO about NOTHING .
54. oldal
... 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 ...
64. oldal
... fweet lady lie not guiltlefs here Under fome biting error . Leon . Friar , it cannot be ; Thou seeft , that all the grace , that fhe hath left , Is , that she will not add to her damnation A fin of perjury ; fhe not denies it : Why feek ...
... fweet lady lie not guiltlefs here Under fome biting error . Leon . Friar , it cannot be ; Thou seeft , that all the grace , that fhe hath left , Is , that she will not add to her damnation A fin of perjury ; fhe not denies it : Why feek ...
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324. oldal - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
109. oldal - 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.
474. oldal - 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...
65. oldal - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
246. oldal - 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.
318. oldal - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
312. oldal - 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.
207. oldal - 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...
285. oldal - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
167. oldal - 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.