The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 第 3 巻Dove, 1830 |
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... Leon . My best endeavours shall be done herein . Enter GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? Leon . Gra . Signior Bassanio , - Bass . Gratiano ! Gra . I have a suit to you . Yonder sir , he walks . [ Exit LEONARDO . Bass . You have ...
... Leon . My best endeavours shall be done herein . Enter GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? Leon . Gra . Signior Bassanio , - Bass . Gratiano ! Gra . I have a suit to you . Yonder sir , he walks . [ Exit LEONARDO . Bass . You have ...
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... Leon . Stay your thanks awhile ; And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . I am question'd by my ... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer ...
... Leon . Stay your thanks awhile ; And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . I am question'd by my ... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer ...
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William Shakespeare, William Harness. Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him swear so , and he shall not stay , We'll thwack him hence ...
William Shakespeare, William Harness. Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him swear so , and he shall not stay , We'll thwack him hence ...
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... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request , he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spok'st To better purpose . i the imposition clear'd , Hereditary ours . ] i . e . Setting aside original sin ...
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request , he would not . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spok'st To better purpose . i the imposition clear'd , Hereditary ours . ] i . e . Setting aside original sin ...
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... Leon . purpose : When ? Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap thyself my love ; then did'st . thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is Grace ...
... Leon . purpose : When ? Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap thyself my love ; then did'st . thou utter , I am yours for ever . Her . It is Grace ...
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Antigonus Antonio AUTOLYCUS Baptista Bass Bassanio Ben Jonson BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bohemia Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool forest of Arden fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honest honour Hortensio i'the Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leontes live look lord Lucentio madam maid marry master means mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua Parolles peize Petruchio play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art Touch Tranio unto Vincentio wife word young
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411 ページ - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
119 ページ - 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
40 ページ - 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 wrong a Christian,...
239 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.
410 ページ - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.
47 ページ - But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours- my lord's. I give them with this ring...
349 ページ - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
115 ページ - 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.
64 ページ - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
360 ページ - Can thy dam? — may't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams; — how can this be? — With what's unreal thou co-active art, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent...