The Works of William Shakespeare, Հատոր 1Macmillan, 1864 - 1079 էջ |
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... tell your piteous heart There's no harm done . Pros . Mir . Pros . O , woe the day ! 10 No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , Of thee , my dear one , thee , my daughter , who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing ...
... tell your piteous heart There's no harm done . Pros . Mir . Pros . O , woe the day ! 10 No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , Of thee , my dear one , thee , my daughter , who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing ...
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... tell thee , my master is become a hot over . Launce . Why , I tell thee , I care not though be burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to the alehouse ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a ...
... tell thee , my master is become a hot over . Launce . Why , I tell thee , I care not though be burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to the alehouse ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a ...
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... Tell me , good my lord , What compass will you wear your farthingale ? ' Why even what fashion thou best likest , Lucetta . Luc . You must needs have them with a cod- piece , madam . Ful . Out , out , Lucetta ! that will be ill- favour ...
... Tell me , good my lord , What compass will you wear your farthingale ? ' Why even what fashion thou best likest , Lucetta . Luc . You must needs have them with a cod- piece , madam . Ful . Out , out , Lucetta ! that will be ill- favour ...
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... tell - tale nor no breed- bate : his worst fault is , that he is given to prayer ; he is something peevish that way : but nobody but has his fault ; but let that pass . Peter Sim- ple , you say your name is ? Sim . Ay , for fault of a ...
... tell - tale nor no breed- bate : his worst fault is , that he is given to prayer ; he is something peevish that way : but nobody but has his fault ; but let that pass . Peter Sim- ple , you say your name is ? Sim . Ay , for fault of a ...
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... tell you that by the way ; I praise heaven for it . 151 Fent . Shall I do any good , thinkest thou ? shal ! I not lose my suit ? Quick . Troth , sir , all is in his hands above : but notwithstanding , Master Fenton , I'll be sworn on a ...
... tell you that by the way ; I praise heaven for it . 151 Fent . Shall I do any good , thinkest thou ? shal ! I not lose my suit ? Quick . Troth , sir , all is in his hands above : but notwithstanding , Master Fenton , I'll be sworn on a ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Edited from the Folio ..., Հատոր 1 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1868 |
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Էջ 192 - I am a 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.
Էջ 355 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Էջ 202 - 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.
Էջ 370 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Էջ 184 - 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...
Էջ 210 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Էջ 456 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Էջ 214 - 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...