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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7. oldal
... keep himself warm , let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horfe ; for it is all the wealth that he hath left , to be known a reasonable creature . Who is his companion now ? he hath every month a new fworn brother ...
... keep himself warm , let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horfe ; for it is all the wealth that he hath left , to be known a reasonable creature . Who is his companion now ? he hath every month a new fworn brother ...
9. oldal
... keep your ladyship ftill in that mind ! fo fome gentleman or other shall scape a predeftinate fcratcht face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere fuch a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot ...
... keep your ladyship ftill in that mind ! fo fome gentleman or other shall scape a predeftinate fcratcht face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere fuch a face as yours were . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot ...
21. oldal
... keep him out of my fight when the dance is done ! Answer , Clerk . Balth . No more words , the clerk is anfwer'd . Urf . I know you well enough ; you are Signior An- tonio . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urf . I know you by the wagling ...
... keep him out of my fight when the dance is done ! Answer , Clerk . Balth . No more words , the clerk is anfwer'd . Urf . I know you well enough ; you are Signior An- tonio . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urf . I know you by the wagling ...
26. oldal
... keeps on the windy fide of care ; my coufin tells him in his ear , that he is in her heart . Claud . And fo fhe doth , coufin . Beat . Good Lord , for alliance ! thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am fun - burn'd ; I may fit ...
... keeps on the windy fide of care ; my coufin tells him in his ear , that he is in her heart . Claud . And fo fhe doth , coufin . Beat . Good Lord , for alliance ! thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am fun - burn'd ; I may fit ...
36. oldal
... keep peace ; if he break the peace , he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling . Pedro . And fo will he do , for the man doth fear God , how foever it seems not in him , by fome large jests he will make . Well , I am ...
... keep peace ; if he break the peace , he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling . Pedro . And fo will he do , for the man doth fear God , how foever it seems not in him , by fome large jests he will make . Well , I am ...
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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...