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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492 ÆäÀÌÁö
... better Affurance , tell them , that I Pyramus am not Pyramus , but Bottom the Weaver ; this will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have fuch a Prologue , and it fhall be written in Eight and Six . Bot . No , make it two more ...
... better Affurance , tell them , that I Pyramus am not Pyramus , but Bottom the Weaver ; this will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have fuch a Prologue , and it fhall be written in Eight and Six . Bot . No , make it two more ...
495 ÆäÀÌÁö
... better than I could devife . But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian Eyes With the Love Juice , as I did bid thee do ? Puck . I took him fleeping ; that is finish'd too ; And the Athenian Woman by his fide , That when he wak'd , of force ...
... better than I could devife . But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian Eyes With the Love Juice , as I did bid thee do ? Puck . I took him fleeping ; that is finish'd too ; And the Athenian Woman by his fide , That when he wak'd , of force ...
515 ÆäÀÌÁö
... better ? Dem . It is the wittieft Partition that ever I heard dif- courfe , my Lord . Thef . Pyramus draws near the Wall : Silence . Enter Pyramus . Pyr . O grim look'd Night ! O Night with hue fo black ! O Night , which ever art when ...
... better ? Dem . It is the wittieft Partition that ever I heard dif- courfe , my Lord . Thef . Pyramus draws near the Wall : Silence . Enter Pyramus . Pyr . O grim look'd Night ! O Night with hue fo black ! O Night , which ever art when ...
519 ÆäÀÌÁö
... better . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet Eyes . Dem . And thus fhe means , videlicet . This . Afleep , my Love ? What , dead , my Dove ? O Pyramus arise : Speak , fpeak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A Tomb Muft cover ...
... better . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet Eyes . Dem . And thus fhe means , videlicet . This . Afleep , my Love ? What , dead , my Dove ? O Pyramus arise : Speak , fpeak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A Tomb Muft cover ...
525 ÆäÀÌÁö
... better Part of my Affections would Be with my Hopes abroad . I fhould be still ' Plucking the Grafs , to know where fits the Wind , Peering in Maps for Ports , and Peers , and Roads ; And every Object that might make me fear Misfortune ...
... better Part of my Affections would Be with my Hopes abroad . I fhould be still ' Plucking the Grafs , to know where fits the Wind , Peering in Maps for Ports , and Peers , and Roads ; And every Object that might make me fear Misfortune ...
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616 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
908 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
819 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
778 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...