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art thou Bajs better Bianca Bion Bohemia Brother chuse Clown comes Count Daughter dear Demetrius dost doth Ducats Duke e'er Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fair Father fear Fool Fortune Friend gentle Gentleman give Gremio Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hermia hither Honour i'th Illyria Kate Kath King Knave Lady Laun look Lord Love Lucentio Lysander Madam Maid Malvolio marry Master Mistress Morrow Narbon never Night Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio poor pray prethee Puck Pyramus Queen Ring Rosalind SCENE Shep Shylock Sicilia Signior Sir Toby SirTo Solarino speak swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tongue Tranio Unkle unto Venice Wife young Youth
616 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...
922 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...
841 페이지 - 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?
790 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...