The Works of Shakespear: Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. The merchant of Venice. Love's labour's lostRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... thousand dollars a year . 1 Gent . Ay , and more . Lucio . A French crown more . 1 Gent . Thou art always figuring difeafes in me ; but thou art full of error ; I am found . Lucio . Nay , not as one would say healthy ; but fo found , as ...
... thousand dollars a year . 1 Gent . Ay , and more . Lucio . A French crown more . 1 Gent . Thou art always figuring difeafes in me ; but thou art full of error ; I am found . Lucio . Nay , not as one would say healthy ; but fo found , as ...
Sida 40
... thousand grains , That iffue out of duft . Happy thou art not ; For what thou haft not , ftill thou ftriv'ft to get ; And what thou haft forget'ft . Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion fhifts to ftrange effects , After the moon ...
... thousand grains , That iffue out of duft . Happy thou art not ; For what thou haft not , ftill thou ftriv'ft to get ; And what thou haft forget'ft . Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion fhifts to ftrange effects , After the moon ...
Sida 41
... thousand deaths ; yet death we fear , That makes thefe odds all even . Claud . I humbly thank you . To fue to live , I find , I feek to die ; And , seeking death , find life : let it come on . Enter Ifabella . Ifab . What , ho ? peace ...
... thousand deaths ; yet death we fear , That makes thefe odds all even . Claud . I humbly thank you . To fue to live , I find , I feek to die ; And , seeking death , find life : let it come on . Enter Ifabella . Ifab . What , ho ? peace ...
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... thousand prayers for thy death ; No word to fave thee . Claud . Nay , hear me , Isabel . Ifab . Oh , fie , fie , fie ! Thy fin's not accidental , but a trade ; Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd ; ' Tis beft , that thou dy'ft ...
... thousand prayers for thy death ; No word to fave thee . Claud . Nay , hear me , Isabel . Ifab . Oh , fie , fie , fie ! Thy fin's not accidental , but a trade ; Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd ; ' Tis beft , that thou dy'ft ...
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... thousand . He had fome feeling of the sport , he knew the service , and that inftructed him to mercy . Duke . I never heard the abfent Duke much de- tected for women ; he was not inclin'd that way . Lucio . Oh , Sir , you are deceiv'd ...
... thousand . He had fome feeling of the sport , he knew the service , and that inftructed him to mercy . Duke . I never heard the abfent Duke much de- tected for women ; he was not inclin'd that way . Lucio . Oh , Sir , you are deceiv'd ...
Vanliga ord och fraser
againſt Angelo anſwer Anth Anthonio Baff Baffanio Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora Borachio Boyet brother chufe Claud Claudio Clown Coft Coftard Coufin defire doft thou Dogb doth ducats Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faſhion father fhall fhame fhew fhould firft firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit Friar ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give grace hath hear heart heav'n Hero himſelf honour houſe huſband Ifab itſelf Jeffica juftice King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato lord Lucio Madam mafter maid marry meaſure moft moſt Moth mufic muft muſt myſelf Neriffa night Pedro pleaſe Pompey praiſe pray preſent prifon Prince Prov purpoſe reaſon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shylock Signior Solarino ſpeak ſuch tell thee theſe thoſe thou art thouſand troth uſe wife word yourſelf
Populära avsnitt
Sida 313 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Sida 242 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Sida 250 - In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Sida 347 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Sida 4 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Sida 192 - 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?
Sida 190 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Sida 149 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Sida 192 - 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...
Sida 183 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.