Shakespeare's Comedy of The TempestHarper & brothers, 1884 - 155 ページ |
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... Lord Chamberlen . ” The company of players to which Shakespeare belonged , and for which he wrote , were " the Lord Chamberlain's Ser- vants ; " and the above order was meant to prohibit the pub- lication of the play until the patron of ...
... Lord Chamberlen . ” The company of players to which Shakespeare belonged , and for which he wrote , were " the Lord Chamberlain's Ser- vants ; " and the above order was meant to prohibit the pub- lication of the play until the patron of ...
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... lord , through all the world . * In Portia's confession- " You see me , Lord Bassanio , where I stand , " etc. — which is not breathed from a moonlit balcony , but spoken openly in the presence of her attendants and vas- sals , there is ...
... lord , through all the world . * In Portia's confession- " You see me , Lord Bassanio , where I stand , " etc. — which is not breathed from a moonlit balcony , but spoken openly in the presence of her attendants and vas- sals , there is ...
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... lords . 61 Bassanio . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? You grow exceeding strange ; must it be so ? Salarino . We ' ll make our leisures to attend on yours . [ Exeunt Salarino and Salanio . Lorenzo . My Lord ...
... lords . 61 Bassanio . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? You grow exceeding strange ; must it be so ? Salarino . We ' ll make our leisures to attend on yours . [ Exeunt Salarino and Salanio . Lorenzo . My Lord ...
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... lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? 47 Portia . God made him , and therefore let him pass for a man . In truth , I know it is a sin to be a mocker ; but , he ! why , he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's , a better bad habit of frowning ...
... lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? 47 Portia . God made him , and therefore let him pass for a man . In truth , I know it is a sin to be a mocker ; but , he ! why , he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's , a better bad habit of frowning ...
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... lord , his neighbour ? Portia . That he hath a neighbourly charity in him ; for he borrowed a box of the ear of the ... lords : they have acquainted me with their determinations ; which is , indeed , to return to their home , and to ...
... lord , his neighbour ? Portia . That he hath a neighbourly charity in him ; for he borrowed a box of the ear of the ... lords : they have acquainted me with their determinations ; which is , indeed , to return to their home , and to ...
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1st folio Antonio Bassanio Bellario Belmont better bond caskets choose chooseth Christian Cymb daughter deny doth ducats Duke early eds edition EDWARD DOWDEN ellipsis Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flesh folio fool forfeit fortune Francis Meres gentle give Gobbo gold grace Gratiano hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour husband Jessica Jew's John Shakespeare Julius Cæsar lady Launcelot lord Bassanio Lorenzo lovers Macb madam means Merchant of Venice mercy merry mind Morocco Nerissa never night Ovid Padua passion Peize play Portia pray thee prince Prince of Tyre R.'s quarto reading revenge Rialto Rich ring Salanio Salarino Salerio SCENE sense Shakespeare Shakspere shalt Shylock Signior soul speak Spenser spirit swear sweet tell Temp thou three thousand ducats Tubal word writers young
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116 ページ - Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear And draw her home with music.
44 ページ - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
117 ページ - Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
33 ページ - Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
105 ページ - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state: it cannot be.
52 ページ - 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.
107 ページ - Tarry a little; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; The words expressly are "a pound of flesh:" Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh: But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
84 ページ - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
32 ページ - The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it till now ; two thousand ducats in that, and other precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear ! Would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin!
44 ページ - Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio, — I love thee, and it is my love that speaks, — There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain...