The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, 3. kötetF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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22. oldal
... madam , summon up your dearest spirits : Consider who the king your father sends ; To whom he sends ; and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem ; To parley with the sole inheritor Of all perfections that a ...
... madam , summon up your dearest spirits : Consider who the king your father sends ; To whom he sends ; and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem ; To parley with the sole inheritor Of all perfections that a ...
23. oldal
... madam ; at a marriage feast , Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge solémnized , In Normandy saw I this Longaville : A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd ; Well fitted in the arts , glorious in arms ...
... madam ; at a marriage feast , Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge solémnized , In Normandy saw I this Longaville : A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd ; Well fitted in the arts , glorious in arms ...
25. oldal
... madam , to my court . Prin . I will be welcome then ; conduct me thither . King . Hear me , dear lady ; I have sworn an oath . Prin . Our Lady help my lord ! he'll be forsworn . King . Not for the world , fair madam , by my will ...
... madam , to my court . Prin . I will be welcome then ; conduct me thither . King . Hear me , dear lady ; I have sworn an oath . Prin . Our Lady help my lord ! he'll be forsworn . King . Not for the world , fair madam , by my will ...
26. oldal
... Madam , I will , if suddenly I may . Prin . You will the sooner , that I were away ; For you'll prove perjur'd , if you make me stay . Biron . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Ros . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ...
... Madam , I will , if suddenly I may . Prin . You will the sooner , that I were away ; For you'll prove perjur'd , if you make me stay . Biron . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ? Ros . Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ...
39. oldal
... madam , for I meant not so . Prin . What , what ? first praise me , and again say , no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack for woe ! For . Yes , madam , fair . N Nay , never paint me now ; Prin . Where fair is not , praise cannot ...
... madam , for I meant not so . Prin . What , what ? first praise me , and again say , no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack for woe ! For . Yes , madam , fair . N Nay , never paint me now ; Prin . Where fair is not , praise cannot ...
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Antonio Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Biron blood Boyet Celia Clown Cost Costard Count court daughter dear dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady father fear fool forsworn fortune Ganymede gentle give grace Gratiano hand hast hath hear heart heaven honour Jaques Jessica JOHNSON Kath King knave lady LAFEU Laun Launcelot live look lord Lorenzo lov'd LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST lover madam maid MALONE marry master means MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress Moth musick Navarre Nerissa never oath Orlando Parolles peize Phebe Pompey Portia pr'ythee praise pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Shakspeare shalt Shylock speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee thine thing thou art thrasonical tongue Touch true Venice wife woman word young youth
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105. oldal - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
231. oldal - 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.
249. oldal - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
249. oldal - 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.
125. oldal - 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.
127. oldal - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies 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'?
188. oldal - 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.
117. oldal - 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.
192. oldal - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
245. 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.