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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Sivu 469
... Blood , Whether , if you yield not to your Father's Choice , You can endure the Livery of a Nun , For Aye to be in fhady Cloifter mew'd , To live a barren Sifter all your Life , Chanting faint Hymns to the cold fruitless Moon , Thrice ...
... Blood , Whether , if you yield not to your Father's Choice , You can endure the Livery of a Nun , For Aye to be in fhady Cloifter mew'd , To live a barren Sifter all your Life , Chanting faint Hymns to the cold fruitless Moon , Thrice ...
Sivu 471
... Blood- elf . Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to Love . Lyf . Or elfe mifgraffed , in refpect of Years ? Her . O Spigh ! too old to be engag'd too young . Lyf . Or cif it ftood upon the choice of Merit- Her . O Hell ! to chufe ...
... Blood- elf . Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to Love . Lyf . Or elfe mifgraffed , in refpect of Years ? Her . O Spigh ! too old to be engag'd too young . Lyf . Or cif it ftood upon the choice of Merit- Her . O Hell ! to chufe ...
Sivu 495
... Blood , plunge in the deep , and kill me too . The Sun was not fo true unto the Day As he to me . Would he have stollen away From fleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as foon This whole Earth may be bor'd , and that the Moon May through the ...
... Blood , plunge in the deep , and kill me too . The Sun was not fo true unto the Day As he to me . Would he have stollen away From fleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as foon This whole Earth may be bor'd , and that the Moon May through the ...
Sivu 518
... Blood ! Approach you Furies fell : O Fates ! Come , come : Cut Thred and Thrum , Quail , crush , conclude , and quell . Thef . This Paffion , and the Death of a dear Friend , Would go near to make a Man look fad . Hip . Befhrew my Heart ...
... Blood ! Approach you Furies fell : O Fates ! Come , come : Cut Thred and Thrum , Quail , crush , conclude , and quell . Thef . This Paffion , and the Death of a dear Friend , Would go near to make a Man look fad . Hip . Befhrew my Heart ...
Sivu 527
... Blood is warm within , Sit like his Grandfire cut in Alablafter ? Sleep when he wakes , and creep into the Jaundies By being peevish ? I tell thee what , Anthonio , I love thee , and it is my Love that speaks : There are a fort of Men ...
... Blood is warm within , Sit like his Grandfire cut in Alablafter ? Sleep when he wakes , and creep into the Jaundies By being peevish ? I tell thee what , Anthonio , I love thee , and it is my Love that speaks : There are a fort of Men ...
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Suositut otteet
Sivu 616 - 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.
Sivu 514 - 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.
Sivu 528 - 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.
Sivu 619 - 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...
Sivu 908 - 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.
Sivu 474 - 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...
Sivu 819 - 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?
Sivu 778 - 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.
Sivu 559 - 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.
Sivu 530 - 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...