The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen 2Bickers & son, 1880 |
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... tell sad stories of my own mishaps . Duke . And , for the sake of them thou sorrow'st for , Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befall'n of them and thee ( 12 ) till now . Ege . My youngest boy , and yet my eldest care , At ...
... tell sad stories of my own mishaps . Duke . And , for the sake of them thou sorrow'st for , Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befall'n of them and thee ( 12 ) till now . Ege . My youngest boy , and yet my eldest care , At ...
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... tell me this , I pray , — Where have you left the money that I gave you ? Dro . E. 0 , -sixpence , that I had o ' Wednesday last To pay the saddler for my mistress ' crupper : - The saddler had it , sir ; I kept it not . Ant . S. I am ...
... tell me this , I pray , — Where have you left the money that I gave you ? Dro . E. 0 , -sixpence , that I had o ' Wednesday last To pay the saddler for my mistress ' crupper : - The saddler had it , sir ; I kept it not . Ant . S. I am ...
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... tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge . Dro . E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house , the Phoenix , sir , to dinner : My mistress and her sister stay for you . Ant . S. Now , as I am a Christian , answer ...
... tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge . Dro . E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house , the Phoenix , sir , to dinner : My mistress and her sister stay for you . Ant . S. Now , as I am a Christian , answer ...
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... tell me . Ant . S. Yea , dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth ? Think'st thou I jest ? Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you ...
... tell me . Ant . S. Yea , dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth ? Think'st thou I jest ? Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you ...
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William Shakespeare. Ant . S. Shall I tell you why ? Dro . S. Ay , sir , and wherefore ; for they say every why hath a wherefore . Ant . S. Why , first , -for flouting me ; and then , where- fore , - For urging it the second time to me ...
William Shakespeare. Ant . S. Shall I tell you why ? Dro . S. Ay , sir , and wherefore ; for they say every why hath a wherefore . Ant . S. Why , first , -for flouting me ; and then , where- fore , - For urging it the second time to me ...
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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.