The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, 3. kötetF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 19 találatból.
364. oldal
... BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books . Gre . Good - morrow , neighbour Baptista . Bap . Good - morrow , neighbour Gremio : God save you , gentlemen ! Pet . And you , good sir ! Pray , have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina , fair , and ...
... BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books . Gre . Good - morrow , neighbour Baptista . Bap . Good - morrow , neighbour Gremio : God save you , gentlemen ! Pet . And you , good sir ! Pray , have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina , fair , and ...
366. oldal
... BIONDELLO . We will go walk a little in the orchard , And then to dinner : You are passing welcome , And so I pray you all to think yourselves . Pet . Signior Baptista , my business asketh haste , - this small packet of Greek and Latin ...
... BIONDELLO . We will go walk a little in the orchard , And then to dinner : You are passing welcome , And so I pray you all to think yourselves . Pet . Signior Baptista , my business asketh haste , - this small packet of Greek and Latin ...
382. oldal
... BIONDELLO . Bion . Master , master ! news , old news , and such news as you never heard of ! Bap . Is it new and old too ? how may that be ? Bion . Why , is it not news , to hear of Petruchio's coming ? Bap . Is he come ? Bion . Why ...
... BIONDELLO . Bion . Master , master ! news , old news , and such news as you never heard of ! Bap . Is it new and old too ? how may that be ? Bion . Why , is it not news , to hear of Petruchio's coming ? Bap . Is he come ? Bion . Why ...
385. oldal
... BIONDELLO . Tra . He hath some meaning in his mad attire : We will persuade him , be it possible , To put on better ere he go to church . Bap . I'll after him , and see the event of this . [ Exit . Tra . But , sir , to her love ...
... BIONDELLO . Tra . He hath some meaning in his mad attire : We will persuade him , be it possible , To put on better ere he go to church . Bap . I'll after him , and see the event of this . [ Exit . Tra . But , sir , to her love ...
400. oldal
... BIONDELLO , running . Bion . O master , master , I have watch'd so long That I'm dog - weary ; but at last I spied An ancient angel coming down the hill , Will serve the turn . Tra . What is he , Biondello ? 5 Bion . Master , a ...
... BIONDELLO , running . Bion . O master , master , I have watch'd so long That I'm dog - weary ; but at last I spied An ancient angel coming down the hill , Will serve the turn . Tra . What is he , Biondello ? 5 Bion . Master , a ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Antigonus Antonio Autolycus Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid MALONE marry master means MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress musick Nerissa never Orlando Padua peize Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior Sirrah speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art Touch Tranio unto Venice wife Winter's Tale word young
Népszerű szakaszok
50. oldal - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew...
141. 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.
76. oldal - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, — It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd, — It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this...
502. oldal - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
58. oldal - Is now converted : but now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself ; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours, my lord...
145. oldal - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well ; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach.
501. oldal - I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Become your time of day ; and yours, and yours ; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing : — O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength,...