The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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Side 91
... Leon . My best endeavours shall be done herein . Enter GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? • Ornamented . The palm of the hand extended , [ Exit Leonardo . Leon . Yonder , Sir , Scene II . 91 VENICE .
... Leon . My best endeavours shall be done herein . Enter GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? • Ornamented . The palm of the hand extended , [ Exit Leonardo . Leon . Yonder , Sir , Scene II . 91 VENICE .
Side 92
... Leon . Yonder , Sir , he walks . Gra . Signior Bassanio , - Bass . Gratiano ! Gra . I have a suit to you . Bass . You have obtain'd it . Gra . You must not deny me : I must go with you to Belmont . Bass . Why , then you must ; -But hear ...
... Leon . Yonder , Sir , he walks . Gra . Signior Bassanio , - Bass . Gratiano ! Gra . I have a suit to you . Bass . You have obtain'd it . Gra . You must not deny me : I must go with you to Belmont . Bass . Why , then you must ; -But hear ...
Side 382
... Leon . Stay your thanks a while ; And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . I am question'd by ... Leon . We are tougher , Lrother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer ...
... Leon . Stay your thanks a while ; And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . I am question'd by ... Leon . We are tougher , Lrother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer ...
Side 383
... Leon . Tongue - tied , our queen ? Speak you . Her . I had thought , Sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly : tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well ...
... Leon . Tongue - tied , our queen ? Speak you . Her . I had thought , Sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly : tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well ...
Side 384
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request , he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spokest To better purpose . Her . Never ? A diminutive of lords . + Setting aside original sin . Leon . Never ...
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request , he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spokest To better purpose . Her . Never ? A diminutive of lords . + Setting aside original sin . Leon . Never ...
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Antigonus Antonio Art thou AUTOLYCUS Banquo Baptista Bass Bassanio better Bianca Bion Biondello Biron blood Bohemia Boyet Camillo CLEOMENES Clown Costard Count daughter dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Fleance fool gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Kate Kath Katharine King lady Laun Leon live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Moth Nerissa never oath Orlando Padua Petruchio Pompey pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant shalt Shep shew Shylock signior speak swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto wife Witch word young
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Side 106 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Side 134 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
Side 478 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Side 74 - 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.
Side 186 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 125 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Side 189 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Side 189 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. 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
Side 74 - 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.
Side 481 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.