Shakspere's works [from the text of N. Delius]. |
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... touching but my gentle vessel's side , Would scatter all her spices on the stream , Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks , And , in a word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ...
... touching but my gentle vessel's side , Would scatter all her spices on the stream , Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks , And , in a word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ...
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... touch Of merchant - marring rocks ? Salan . Not one , my lord . Besides , it should appear , that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew , He would not take it . Never did I know A creature , that did bear the shape of man ...
... touch Of merchant - marring rocks ? Salan . Not one , my lord . Besides , it should appear , that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew , He would not take it . Never did I know A creature , that did bear the shape of man ...
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... touch'd with human gentleness and love , Forgive a moiety of the principal ; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses , That have of late so huddled on his back , Enow to press a royal merchant down , And pluck commiseration of his state ...
... touch'd with human gentleness and love , Forgive a moiety of the principal ; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses , That have of late so huddled on his back , Enow to press a royal merchant down , And pluck commiseration of his state ...
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... touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music : therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since nought so ...
... touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music : therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since nought so ...
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... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore ...
... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore ...
Términos y frases comunes
answer Antonio Attendants Bass bear better Bianca bring brother comes Count court daughter doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fellow fool forest fortune gentle give gone Gremio hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope Hortensio hour husband I'll Italy Kath keep King lady Laun leave live look Lord Lucentio madam maid marry master mean mistress nature never night Orlando Petruchio poor pray present ring Rosalind SCENE Second Lord Servant serve Signior Sold speak stand stay sweet tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought thousand Touch Tranio true unto wife woman young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 77 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.
Página 120 - Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 105 - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 41 - 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. If a Jew...
Página 71 - So please my lord the duke, and all the court. To quit the fine for one half of his goods ; I am content, so he will let me have The other half in use, to render it, Upon his death, unto...
Página 258 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience, — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Página 14 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! 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. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, \ If I forgive him ! BASS.
Página 109 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold : All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo so The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...
Página 120 - 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
Página 145 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.