Shakspere's works [from the text of N. Delius]. |
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... hears merry tales , and smiles not : I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old , being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth . I had rather be married to a death's - head with a bone in his mouth than to either ...
... hears merry tales , and smiles not : I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old , being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth . I had rather be married to a death's - head with a bone in his mouth than to either ...
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... hear ? Shy . I am debating of my present store , And , by the near guess of my memory , I cannot instantly raise up the gross Of full three thousand ducats . What of that ? Tubal , a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe , Will furnish me . But ...
... hear ? Shy . I am debating of my present store , And , by the near guess of my memory , I cannot instantly raise up the gross Of full three thousand ducats . What of that ? Tubal , a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe , Will furnish me . But ...
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... hear me : This is kind I offer . Ant . This were kindness . Shy . This kindness will I show . Go with me to a notary , seal me there Your single bond ; and , in a merry sport , If you repay me not on such a day , In such a place , such ...
... hear me : This is kind I offer . Ant . This were kindness . Shy . This kindness will I show . Go with me to a notary , seal me there Your single bond ; and , in a merry sport , If you repay me not on such a day , In such a place , such ...
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... hear thee , Thou art too wild , too rude and bold of voice ; Parts that become thee happily enough , And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why , there they show Something too liberal . Pray thee ...
... hear thee , Thou art too wild , too rude and bold of voice ; Parts that become thee happily enough , And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why , there they show Something too liberal . Pray thee ...
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... Hear you me , Jessica : Lock up my doors ; and when you hear the drum , And the vile squeaking of the wry - neck'd fife , Clamber not you up to the casements then , Nor thrust your head into the public street To gaze on Christian fools ...
... Hear you me , Jessica : Lock up my doors ; and when you hear the drum , And the vile squeaking of the wry - neck'd fife , Clamber not you up to the casements then , Nor thrust your head into the public street To gaze on Christian fools ...
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Antonio Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother comes Count daughter doth ducats Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fool Forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle gentleman give Gratiano Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio husband Jaques Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look Lorenzo Lucentio madam maid marry master mistress Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe Pisa poor Portia pray prithee ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Second Lord Servant Shylock Signior Sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Vincentio what's wife wilt withal young youth
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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,...
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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.