The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen2Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... Leon . My best endeavours shall be done herein . Enter GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? Leon . Yonder , sir , he walks . Gra . Signior Bassanio , - Bass . Gratiano ! Gra . I have a suit to you . Bass . You have obtain'd it ...
... Leon . My best endeavours shall be done herein . Enter GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? Leon . Yonder , sir , he walks . Gra . Signior Bassanio , - Bass . Gratiano ! Gra . I have a suit to you . Bass . You have obtain'd it ...
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... Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this ac- tion ? Mess . But few of any sort , and none of name . Leon . A victory is twice itself , when the achiever brings home full numbers . I find here , that Don Pedro hath bestowed much ...
... Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this ac- tion ? Mess . But few of any sort , and none of name . Leon . A victory is twice itself , when the achiever brings home full numbers . I find here , that Don Pedro hath bestowed much ...
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... Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means signior Benedick of Padua . Mes . O , he is returned ; and as pleasant as ever he was . Beat . He set up his bills here in Messina , and challen- ged Cupid at the ...
... Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means signior Benedick of Padua . Mes . O , he is returned ; and as pleasant as ever he was . Beat . He set up his bills here in Messina , and challen- ged Cupid at the ...
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... Leon . You must not , sir , mistake my niece : there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her : they never meet , but there is a skirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas , he gets nothing by that . In our last con ...
... Leon . You must not , sir , mistake my niece : there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her : they never meet , but there is a skirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas , he gets nothing by that . In our last con ...
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... Leon . Her mother hath many times told me so . Bene . Were you in doubt , sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , no ; for then were you a child . D.Pedro . You have it full , Benedick : we may guess by this what you are ...
... Leon . Her mother hath many times told me so . Bene . Were you in doubt , sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , no ; for then were you a child . D.Pedro . You have it full , Benedick : we may guess by this what you are ...
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Ansaldo Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin D.John D.Pedro daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady fairy faith father fool gentle Giannetto give grace hand hath hear heart Hermia Hero Hippolyta honour JOHNSON King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord lover Lysander madam maid MALONE marry master master constable means merry mistress moon Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orla Orlando play Pompey Portia pray thee prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin quintain Rosalind Salan SCENE Shakspeare shalt Shylock signior sing speak STEEV STEEVENS swear sweet tell Theseus thing thou art Titania tongue Touch troth true unto Venice WARBURTON word
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Página 69 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 70 - 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...
Página 7 - 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 33 - 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 18 - 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.
Página 22 - 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 34 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, 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 every thing.
Página 45 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Página 20 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated* me 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...
Página 23 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.