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Strona 76
Bass . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? Yon grow
exceeding strange ; Must it be so ? Salar . We ' ll make our leisures to attend on
yours . [ Exeunt Salarino and Salanio . Lor . My lord Bassanio , since you have
found ...
Bass . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? Yon grow
exceeding strange ; Must it be so ? Salar . We ' ll make our leisures to attend on
yours . [ Exeunt Salarino and Salanio . Lor . My lord Bassanio , since you have
found ...
Strona 77
Bass . I will not fail you . Gra . You look not well , signior Antonio ; You have too
much respect upon the world : They lose it , that do buy it with much care .
Believe me , you are marvellously changed . Ant . I hold the world but as the
world ...
Bass . I will not fail you . Gra . You look not well , signior Antonio ; You have too
much respect upon the world : They lose it , that do buy it with much care .
Believe me , you are marvellously changed . Ant . I hold the world but as the
world ...
Strona 78
Bass . Gratianio speaks an infinite deal of nothing , more than any man in all
Venice : his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you
shall seek all day ere you find them ; and , when you have them , they are not
worth ...
Bass . Gratianio speaks an infinite deal of nothing , more than any man in all
Venice : his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you
shall seek all day ere you find them ; and , when you have them , they are not
worth ...
Strona 79
Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word ,
Of wond ' rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speeclıless
messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato ' s daughter ,
Brutus ...
Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word ,
Of wond ' rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speeclıless
messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato ' s daughter ,
Brutus ...
Strona 82
Bass . May you stead me ? Will you pleasure me ? Shall I know your answer ?
Shy . Three thousand ducats , for three months ... Bass . Your answer to that . Shy
. Antonio is a good man . Bass . Have you heard any imputation to the con . trary
?
Bass . May you stead me ? Will you pleasure me ? Shall I know your answer ?
Shy . Three thousand ducats , for three months ... Bass . Your answer to that . Shy
. Antonio is a good man . Bass . Have you heard any imputation to the con . trary
?
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Strona 104 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Strona 132 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; 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.
Strona 476 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strona 72 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strona 184 - 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.
Strona 123 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Strona 187 - 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 lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Strona 187 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. 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
Strona 72 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strona 480 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ... Tom 2 z The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Wydawca | J. Walker, 1821 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Biblioteka Publiczna w Nowym Jorku |
| W formie cyfrowej | 4 Sty 2007 |
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