The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 3. kötetJ. Johnson, 1803 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 80 találatból.
4. oldal
... word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ; and shall I lack the thought , That such a thing , bechanc'd , would make me sad ? But , tell not me ; I know , Antonio Is sad to think ...
... word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ; and shall I lack the thought , That such a thing , bechanc'd , would make me sad ? But , tell not me ; I know , Antonio Is sad to think ...
9. oldal
... word , Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes 5 from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter , Brutus ' Portia . Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ; For the four ...
... word , Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes 5 from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter , Brutus ' Portia . Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ; For the four ...
10. oldal
... word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father : -Is it not hard , Nerissa , that I cannot choose one , nor refuse none ? Ner . Your ...
... word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father : -Is it not hard , Nerissa , that I cannot choose one , nor refuse none ? Ner . Your ...
14. oldal
... word , the prince , his master , will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell , I should be glad of his approach : if he have the condition of a saint , and the ...
... word , the prince , his master , will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell , I should be glad of his approach : if he have the condition of a saint , and the ...
34. oldal
... words were , Farewell , mistress ; nothing else . Shy . The patch is kind enough ; but a huge feeder . Snail - slow in profit , and he sleeps by day More than the wild cat ; drones hive not with me ; Therefore I part with him ; and part ...
... words were , Farewell , mistress ; nothing else . Shy . The patch is kind enough ; but a huge feeder . Snail - slow in profit , and he sleeps by day More than the wild cat ; drones hive not with me ; Therefore I part with him ; and part ...
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Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother comes Count daughter doth ducats Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gratiano Gremio hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio husband Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady LAFEU Laun Launcelot look lord Lorenzo lov'd Lucentio madam maid marriage marry master mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua pardon PAROLLES Petruchio Phebe Pisa Portia pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Servant Shylock signior Sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Venice Vincentio What's wife wilt withal word young youth
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78. oldal - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy...
143. oldal - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly with good capon lined, 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 slipper'd...
15. 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.
92. oldal - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
7. 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.
10. oldal - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
143. oldal - Made to his mistress' eye-brow : Then, a soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth : And then, the justice; In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, 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 slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful...
54. oldal - It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
91. oldal - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.
139. oldal - 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.