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 475
... Pray you if it be give it me , for I am flow of Study . Quin . You may do it Extempore , for it is nothing but Roaring . Bot . Let me play the Lion too , I will roar , that I will do any Man's Heart good to hear me . I will roar , that ...
... Pray you if it be give it me , for I am flow of Study . Quin . You may do it Extempore , for it is nothing but Roaring . Bot . Let me play the Lion too , I will roar , that I will do any Man's Heart good to hear me . I will roar , that ...
Página 476
... pray you fail not . Bot . We will meet , and there we may rehearse more ob- scenely and courageously . Take pain , be perfect , adieu . Quin . At the Duke's Oak we meet . Bot . Enough , hold or cut Bow - strings . ACT II . II . SCENE I ...
... pray you fail not . Bot . We will meet , and there we may rehearse more ob- scenely and courageously . Take pain , be perfect , adieu . Quin . At the Duke's Oak we meet . Bot . Enough , hold or cut Bow - strings . ACT II . II . SCENE I ...
Página 482
... pray thee give it me ; I know a Bank where the wild Time blows , Where the Oxflips and the nodding Violet grows , Quite over cannopy'd with luscious Woodbine , With fweet Musk Rofes , and with Eglatine , There There fleeps Titania ...
... pray thee give it me ; I know a Bank where the wild Time blows , Where the Oxflips and the nodding Violet grows , Quite over cannopy'd with luscious Woodbine , With fweet Musk Rofes , and with Eglatine , There There fleeps Titania ...
Página 500
... pray you , though you mock me , Gentlemen , Let her not hurt me , I was never curft : I have no gift at all in Shrewishness ; I am a right Maid for my Cowardize : Let her not ftrike me . " You perhaps may think , Because she's fomething ...
... pray you , though you mock me , Gentlemen , Let her not hurt me , I was never curft : I have no gift at all in Shrewishness ; I am a right Maid for my Cowardize : Let her not ftrike me . " You perhaps may think , Because she's fomething ...
Página 505
... Pray you leave your Curtefie , good Monfieur . Muft . What's your Will ? Bot . Nothing , good Monfieur , but to help Cavalero Cob- web to fcratch . I muft to the Barbers , Monfieur , for me- thinks I am marvellous hairy about the Face ...
... Pray you leave your Curtefie , good Monfieur . Muft . What's your Will ? Bot . Nothing , good Monfieur , but to help Cavalero Cob- web to fcratch . I muft to the Barbers , Monfieur , for me- thinks I am marvellous hairy about the Face ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
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...