The Stratford Shakspere: Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's taleC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... grace Consent to marry with Demetrius , I beg the ancient privilege of Athens ; As she is mine , I may dispose of her : Which shall be either to this gentleman , Or to her death ; according to our law , Immediately provided in that case ...
... grace Consent to marry with Demetrius , I beg the ancient privilege of Athens ; As she is mine , I may dispose of her : Which shall be either to this gentleman , Or to her death ; according to our law , Immediately provided in that case ...
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... grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case , If I refuse to wed Demetrius . THE . Either to die the death , or to abjure For ever the society of men . Therefore , fair Hermia , question your desires , Know of your ...
... grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case , If I refuse to wed Demetrius . THE . Either to die the death , or to abjure For ever the society of men . Therefore , fair Hermia , question your desires , Know of your ...
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... grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies ; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes . How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears : If so , my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts ...
... grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies ; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes . How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears : If so , my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts ...
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... grace as you , So hung upon with love , so fortunate ; But miserable most , to love unlov'd ! This you should pity , rather than despise . HER . I understand not what you mean by this ! HEL . Ay , do , persever , counterfeit sad looks ...
... grace as you , So hung upon with love , so fortunate ; But miserable most , to love unlov'd ! This you should pity , rather than despise . HER . I understand not what you mean by this ! HEL . Ay , do , persever , counterfeit sad looks ...
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... grace of our solemnity . But , speak , Egeus ; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? EGE . It is , my lord . THE . Go , bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns . Horns , and shout within . DEMETRIUS ...
... grace of our solemnity . But , speak , Egeus ; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? EGE . It is , my lord . THE . Go , bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns . Horns , and shout within . DEMETRIUS ...
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Antonio Appears BASS Bassanio better Bianca BION BIONDELLO Bohemia brother Camillo comes COUNT daughter dear Demetrius dost doth ducats DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool fortune gentle gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Hortensio Illyria Kate KATH king knave lady LAUN LEON look lord Lucentio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master mistress never night Orlando Padua Petrucio play poor pray prithee PUCK Pyramus queen ring Rosalind Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspere SHEP Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast Titania tongue Tranio unto wife wilt word young youth
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Página 112 - 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 wrong a Christian,...
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Página 90 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys : ' 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...
Página 143 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 144 - 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.
Página 90 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...