Midsummer night's dream ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth-night ; Winter's taleJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Página 474
... Fool- ifh Fates . This was lofty . Now name the reft of the Play , This is Ercles Vein , a Tyrant's Vein ; a Lover is more condoling . ers . Quin . Francis Flute the Bellows - mender . Flu . Here Peter Quince . Quin . You must take ...
... Fool- ifh Fates . This was lofty . Now name the reft of the Play , This is Ercles Vein , a Tyrant's Vein ; a Lover is more condoling . ers . Quin . Francis Flute the Bellows - mender . Flu . Here Peter Quince . Quin . You must take ...
Página 505
... Fool , I did upbraid her , and fall out with her ; For the his hairy Temples then had rounded With Coronet of fresh and fragrant Flowers , And that fame Dew which fometime on the Buds Was wont to fwell like round and orient Pearls ...
... Fool , I did upbraid her , and fall out with her ; For the his hairy Temples then had rounded With Coronet of fresh and fragrant Flowers , And that fame Dew which fometime on the Buds Was wont to fwell like round and orient Pearls ...
Página 506
... Fools Eyes peep : Ob . Sound Mufick ; come my Queen , take Hand with me , And rock the Ground whereon thefe Sleepers be . Now thou and I are new in Amity , And will to Morrow Midnight folemnly Dance in Duke Thefens Houfe triumphantly ...
... Fools Eyes peep : Ob . Sound Mufick ; come my Queen , take Hand with me , And rock the Ground whereon thefe Sleepers be . Now thou and I are new in Amity , And will to Morrow Midnight folemnly Dance in Duke Thefens Houfe triumphantly ...
Página 509
... . Methought I was , there is no Man can tell what . Methought I was , and methought I had . But Man is but a patch'd Fool , if he will offer to fay what methought methought I had . The Eye of Man hath not A Midsummer Night's Dream . 509.
... . Methought I was , there is no Man can tell what . Methought I was , and methought I had . But Man is but a patch'd Fool , if he will offer to fay what methought methought I had . The Eye of Man hath not A Midsummer Night's Dream . 509.
Página 527
... Fool With Mirth and Laughter ; let old Wrinkles come , And let my Liver rather heat with Wine , Than my Heart cool ... Fools . Which The Merchant of Venice . 527.
... Fool With Mirth and Laughter ; let old Wrinkles come , And let my Liver rather heat with Wine , Than my Heart cool ... Fools . Which The Merchant of Venice . 527.
Términos y frases comunes
againſt Anfwer Anthonio Baff beft Bion Camillo chufe Clown Daughter defire doft doth Ducats Duke e'er elfe Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes faid fair Father feem felf felves ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fince fing firft firſt fome fomething Fool fpeak Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet Gentleman give Gremio hath hear Heart Heav'n Hermia himſelf honeft Honour Hortenfio Houſe i'th Illyria Kath kifs King Lady Laun Lord Love Lucentio Madam Mafter Maid Malvolio marry Miſtreſs moft moſt Mufick muft muſt never Night Orla Padua Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent prethee Puck purpoſe Reafon Rofalind SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Shylock Signior Solarino ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thou art thouſand Tranio whofe Wife
Pasajes populares
Página 616 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more '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.
Página 514 - 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.
Página 528 - 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 619 - 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...
Página 908 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 474 - That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
Página 819 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
Página 778 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 559 - I first imparted my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had ran in my veins; but I should have told you that I had less than nothing, being in debt.
Página 530 - 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...