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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... Orla . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . Oli . Now , Sir , what make you here ? Orla . Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing . Oli . What mar you then , Sir ? Orla . Marry , Sir , I am helping you to ...
... Orla . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . Oli . Now , Sir , what make you here ? Orla . Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing . Oli . What mar you then , Sir ? Orla . Marry , Sir , I am helping you to ...
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... Orla . I will no further offend you , than becomes me for my good . Oli . Get you with him , you old Dog . Adam . Is old Dog my Reward ? Moft true , I have loft my Teeth in your Service : God be with my old Master , he would not have ...
... Orla . I will no further offend you , than becomes me for my good . Oli . Get you with him , you old Dog . Adam . Is old Dog my Reward ? Moft true , I have loft my Teeth in your Service : God be with my old Master , he would not have ...
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... Orla . I attend her with all Refpect and Duty . Rof . Young Man , have you challeng'd Charles the Wreft- ler ? Orla . No , fair Princefs ; he is the general Challenger , I come but as others do , to try with him the Strength of my Youth ...
... Orla . I attend her with all Refpect and Duty . Rof . Young Man , have you challeng'd Charles the Wreft- ler ? Orla . No , fair Princefs ; he is the general Challenger , I come but as others do , to try with him the Strength of my Youth ...
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... Orla . Yes , I beseech your Grace , I am not yet well breathed . Duke . How do'ft thou , Charles ? Le Ben . He cannot speak , my Lord . Duke . Bear him away . What is thy Name , young Man ? Orla . Orlando , my Liege , the youngeft Son ...
... Orla . Yes , I beseech your Grace , I am not yet well breathed . Duke . How do'ft thou , Charles ? Le Ben . He cannot speak , my Lord . Duke . Bear him away . What is thy Name , young Man ? Orla . Orlando , my Liege , the youngeft Son ...
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... Orla . Can I not fay , I thank you ? My better Parts Are all thrown down , and that which here ftands up Is but a Quintine , a more liveless Block . Rof . He calls us back : my Pride fell with my Fortunes . I'll ask him what he would ...
... Orla . Can I not fay , I thank you ? My better Parts Are all thrown down , and that which here ftands up Is but a Quintine , a more liveless Block . Rof . He calls us back : my Pride fell with my Fortunes . I'll ask him what he would ...
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616 ページ - 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.
514 ページ - 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.
528 ページ - 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.
619 ページ - 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...
908 ページ - 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.
474 ページ - 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...
819 ページ - 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?
778 ページ - 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.
559 ページ - 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.
530 ページ - 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...