The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volym 3Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... thou be Launcelot , thou art mine own flesh and blood . Lord worshipped might he be ! what a beard hast thou got ! Thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my phill - horse 1 has on his tail . Laun . It should seem then , that ...
... thou be Launcelot , thou art mine own flesh and blood . Lord worshipped might he be ! what a beard hast thou got ! Thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my phill - horse 1 has on his tail . Laun . It should seem then , that ...
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... thee well ; thou hast obtain'd thy suit : Shylock , thy master , spoke with me this day , And hath preferr'd thee , if it be preferment , To leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old ...
... thee well ; thou hast obtain'd thy suit : Shylock , thy master , spoke with me this day , And hath preferr'd thee , if it be preferment , To leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old ...
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... thou hast done with me . - What , Jessica ! -- And sleep , and snore , and rend apparel out.— Why , Jessica , I say ! Laun . Why , Jessica ! Shy . Who bids thee call ? I do not bid thee call . Laun . Your worship was wont to tell me ...
... thou hast done with me . - What , Jessica ! -- And sleep , and snore , and rend apparel out.— Why , Jessica , I say ! Laun . Why , Jessica ! Shy . Who bids thee call ? I do not bid thee call . Laun . Your worship was wont to tell me ...
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... hast thou found my daughter ? Tub . I often came where I did hear of her , but cannot find her . Shy . Why there , there , there , there ! a diamond gone , cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! The curse never fell upon our nation ...
... hast thou found my daughter ? Tub . I often came where I did hear of her , but cannot find her . Shy . Why there , there , there , there ! a diamond gone , cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! The curse never fell upon our nation ...
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... thou , Jessica ? And now , good sweet , say thy opinion : How dost thou like the lord Bassanio's wife ? Jes . Past ... Hast thou of me , as she is for a wife . Jes . Nay , but ask my opinion too of that . Lor . I will anon ; first ...
... thou , Jessica ? And now , good sweet , say thy opinion : How dost thou like the lord Bassanio's wife ? Jes . Past ... Hast thou of me , as she is for a wife . Jes . Nay , but ask my opinion too of that . Lor . I will anon ; first ...
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The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare: According to the Improved Text ..., Volym 3 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1851 |
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Sida 12 - 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.
Sida 127 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
Sida 332 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Sida 105 - 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.
Sida 126 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Sida 333 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, 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...
Sida 101 - 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.
Sida 85 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them: shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?
Sida 220 - 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.
Sida 208 - Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...