The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice. Midsummer night's dream. Love's labor's lostH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... Salar . Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; There , where your argosies 1 with portly sail , - Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood , Or , as it were the pageants of the sea , - Do overpeer the petty traffickers , That curtsy to ...
... Salar . Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; There , where your argosies 1 with portly sail , - Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood , Or , as it were the pageants of the sea , - Do overpeer the petty traffickers , That curtsy to ...
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... Salar . My wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run , But I should think of shallows and of flats ; And see my wealthy ...
... Salar . My wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run , But I should think of shallows and of flats ; And see my wealthy ...
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... Salar . I would have stay'd till I had made you merry , If worthier friends had not prevented me . Ant . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you embrace the occasion to depart . Salar ...
... Salar . I would have stay'd till I had made you merry , If worthier friends had not prevented me . Ant . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you embrace the occasion to depart . Salar ...
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William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Salar . Good morrow , my good lords . Bas . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? You grow exceeding strange . Must it be so ? Salar . We'll make our leisures to attend on ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Salar . Good morrow , my good lords . Bas . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? You grow exceeding strange . Must it be so ? Salar . We'll make our leisures to attend on ...
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... Salar . We have not spoke us yet of torch- bearers . Salan . ' Tis vile , unless it may be quaintly order'd ; And better , in my mind , not undertook . Lor . ' Tis now but four o'clock ; we have two hours To furnish us.— Enter LAUNCELOT ...
... Salar . We have not spoke us yet of torch- bearers . Salan . ' Tis vile , unless it may be quaintly order'd ; And better , in my mind , not undertook . Lor . ' Tis now but four o'clock ; we have two hours To furnish us.— Enter LAUNCELOT ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
adieu Antonio Armado Athens Bassanio Biron blood bond Boyet casket Costard dear Demetrius dost doth ducats duke Dull Dumain Egeus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady fairy father fear flesh fool forsworn gentle give grace Gratiano hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Jaquenetta Jessica Kath King l'envoy lady Laun Launcelot lion Longaville look lord Lorenzo love's lovers Lysander madam master MERCHANT OF VENICE merry MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night o'er oath Oberon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey Portia praise pray thee princess Puck Pyramus Quince ring Rosaline Salan Salar SCENE SHAK Shylock Sir Nath sleep soul speak swear sweet tell Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast thousand ducats Titania tongue true unto Venice word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 12 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Página 96 - Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Página 332 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Página 208 - 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 21 - 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 141 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 142 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst 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 220 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Página 85 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them.
Página 103 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...