The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not ; but I looked on her . Claud . Is she not a modest young lady ? Bene . Do you question me , as an honest man should do , for my simple true ...
... Claud . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato ? Bene . I noted her not ; but I looked on her . Claud . Is she not a modest young lady ? Bene . Do you question me , as an honest man should do , for my simple true ...
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William Shakespeare. Claud . Thou thinkest , I am in sport ; I pray thee , tell me truly how thou likest her ? Bene . Would you buy her , that you inquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy such a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a case to ...
William Shakespeare. Claud . Thou thinkest , I am in sport ; I pray thee , tell me truly how thou likest her ? Bene . Would you buy her , that you inquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy such a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a case to ...
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... Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D.Pedro . By my troth , I speak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And , by my two faiths and troths , my lord , I spoke mine . Claud . That I love her ...
... Claud . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D.Pedro . By my troth , I speak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And , by my two faiths and troths , my lord , I spoke mine . Claud . That I love her ...
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... Claud . If this should ever happen , thou wouldst be horn - mad . D.Pedro . Nay , if Cupid hath not spent all his quiv- er in Venice , thou wilt quake for this shortly . Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . D. Pedro . Well , you ...
... Claud . If this should ever happen , thou wouldst be horn - mad . D.Pedro . Nay , if Cupid hath not spent all his quiv- er in Venice , thou wilt quake for this shortly . Bene . I look for an earthquake too then . D. Pedro . Well , you ...
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... Claud . Hath Leonato any son , my lord ? D. Pedro . No child but Hero , she's his only heir : Dost thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my lord , When you went onward on this ended action , I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye , That ...
... Claud . Hath Leonato any son , my lord ? D. Pedro . No child but Hero , she's his only heir : Dost thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my lord , When you went onward on this ended action , I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye , That ...
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Ansaldo Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin D.John D.Pedro daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady fairy faith father fool gentle Giannetto give grace hand hath hear heart Hermia Hero Hippolyta honour JOHNSON King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord lover Lysander madam maid MALONE marry master master constable means merry mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orla Orlando play Pompey Portia pray thee prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin quintain Rosalind Salan SCENE Shakspeare shalt Shylock signior sing speak STEEV STEEVENS swear sweet tell Theseus thing thou art Titania tongue Touch troth true unto Venice WARBURTON word
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Página 69 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 70 - 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 7 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Página 33 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Página 18 - 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. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Página 22 - 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.
Página 34 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Página 45 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Página 20 - 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...
Página 23 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.