The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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6. oldal
Leon . Did he break out into tears ? Mell . In great measure . Leon . A kind
overflow of kindness . There are no faces truer than those that are so walh'd .
How much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you , is
Signior ...
Leon . Did he break out into tears ? Mell . In great measure . Leon . A kind
overflow of kindness . There are no faces truer than those that are so walh'd .
How much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping ! Beat . I pray you , is
Signior ...
27. oldal
Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my Lord ; fhe is never fad
but when the sleeps , and not ever fad then ; ( 7 ) for I have heard my daughter
say , fhe hath often dream'd of an happiness , and wak'd her self with laughing .
Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my Lord ; fhe is never fad
but when the sleeps , and not ever fad then ; ( 7 ) for I have heard my daughter
say , fhe hath often dream'd of an happiness , and wak'd her self with laughing .
34. oldal
Leon . No , and swears she never will ; that's her torment . Claud . ' Tis true ,
indeed , fo your daughter says : shall I , says she , that have so oft encounter'd
him with scorn , write to him that I love him ? Leon . This says she now , when she
is ...
Leon . No , and swears she never will ; that's her torment . Claud . ' Tis true ,
indeed , fo your daughter says : shall I , says she , that have so oft encounter'd
him with scorn , write to him that I love him ? Leon . This says she now , when she
is ...
53. oldal
Comparisons are odorous ; palabras , neighbour Verges . Leon . Neighbours ,
you are tedious . Dogb . It pleases your worship to say so , but we are the poor
Duke's officers ; but , truly , for mine own part , if I were as tedious Kin I could find
in ...
Comparisons are odorous ; palabras , neighbour Verges . Leon . Neighbours ,
you are tedious . Dogb . It pleases your worship to say so , but we are the poor
Duke's officers ; but , truly , for mine own part , if I were as tedious Kin I could find
in ...
76. oldal
Leon . I thank thee for thy care and honeft pains . Dogb . Your Worship speaks
like a most thankful and reverend youth ; and I praise God for you . Leon . There's
for thy pains . Dogb . God save the foundation ! Leon . Go , I discharge thee of thy
...
Leon . I thank thee for thy care and honeft pains . Dogb . Your Worship speaks
like a most thankful and reverend youth ; and I praise God for you . Leon . There's
for thy pains . Dogb . God save the foundation ! Leon . Go , I discharge thee of thy
...
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97. 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.
427. 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...
91. 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.
186. 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; 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.
97. oldal - 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.
99. oldal - 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?
222. 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.
290. oldal - 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...
149. 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.
159. oldal - 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...
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: 9. rész,2. kötet/The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Közreműködők | Henry Lintot, Charles Hitch, Jacob Tonson, Richard Tonson, Charles Corbet, Bethel Wellington, Richard Wellington, John Brindley, E. New |
| Kiadó | H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
| Eredeti forrása | Oxfordi Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. szept. 12. |
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