The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen 2Bickers & son, 1880 |
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... printers : so , in Love's Labour's Lost , act ii . sc . 1 , six speeches in succession which belong to Biron are assigned in the folio to Boyet . ) Bene . I pray you , what is he ? 88 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . [ ACT II .
... printers : so , in Love's Labour's Lost , act ii . sc . 1 , six speeches in succession which belong to Biron are assigned in the folio to Boyet . ) Bene . I pray you , what is he ? 88 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . [ ACT II .
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... BOYET , MERCADE , } lords attending on the Princess of France . DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO , a Spaniard . SIR NATHANIEL , a curate . HOLOFERNES , a schoolmaster . DULL , a constable . COSTARD , a clown . MOTH , page to Armado . A Forester ...
... BOYET , MERCADE , } lords attending on the Princess of France . DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO , a Spaniard . SIR NATHANIEL , a curate . HOLOFERNES , a schoolmaster . DULL , a constable . COSTARD , a clown . MOTH , page to Armado . A Forester ...
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... BOYET , Lords , and other Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your dearest spirits : Consider who the king your father sends ; To whom he sends ; and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem , To ...
... BOYET , Lords , and other Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your dearest spirits : Consider who the king your father sends ; To whom he sends ; and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem , To ...
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... Boyet , my beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted flourish of your praise : Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : I am less proud to hear you tell my worth . Than you much ...
... Boyet , my beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted flourish of your praise : Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues : I am less proud to hear you tell my worth . Than you much ...
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... Boyet . Prin . Re - enter BoYET . Now , what admittance , lord ? Boyet . Navarre had notice of your fair approach ; And he and his competitors in oath Were all address'd to meet you , gentle lady , Before I came . Marry , thus much I've ...
... Boyet . Prin . Re - enter BoYET . Now , what admittance , lord ? Boyet . Navarre had notice of your fair approach ; And he and his competitors in oath Were all address'd to meet you , gentle lady , Before I came . Marry , thus much I've ...
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Página 373 - 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 wrong a Christian,...
Página 412 - 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.
Página 411 - 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 215 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Página 405 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Página 273 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music ? Puck.
Página 314 - Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination ; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'da bear ! Hip.
Página 252 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 252 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 345 - 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.