The Works of Shakespeare, 2±ÇJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Beat . I pray you , is Signior Montanto return'd from the wars or no ? Meff . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch in the army of any Sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , Neice ? Hero . My Cousin means Sigrior ...
... Beat . I pray you , is Signior Montanto return'd from the wars or no ? Meff . I know none of that name , Lady ; there was none fuch in the army of any Sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , Neice ? Hero . My Cousin means Sigrior ...
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... Beat . You had mufty victuals , and he hath holp to eat it ; he's a very valiant trencher - man , he hath an ex- cellent ftomach . Meff . And a good foldier too , Lady . Beat . And a good foldier to a lady ? but what is he to a lord ...
... Beat . You had mufty victuals , and he hath holp to eat it ; he's a very valiant trencher - man , he hath an ex- cellent ftomach . Meff . And a good foldier too , Lady . Beat . And a good foldier to a lady ? but what is he to a lord ...
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... Beat . Do , good friend . Leon . You'll ne'er run mad , Neice . Beat . No , not ' till a hot January . Mess . Don Pedro is approach'd . Enter Don Pedro , Claudio , Benedick , Balthazar and Don John . Pedro . Good Signior Leonato , you ...
... Beat . Do , good friend . Leon . You'll ne'er run mad , Neice . Beat . No , not ' till a hot January . Mess . Don Pedro is approach'd . Enter Don Pedro , Claudio , Benedick , Balthazar and Don John . Pedro . Good Signior Leonato , you ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Beat . I wonder , that you will still be talking , Signior Benedick ; no body marks you . Bene . What , my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat . Is it possible , Disdain should die ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Beat . I wonder , that you will still be talking , Signior Benedick ; no body marks you . Bene . What , my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat . Is it possible , Disdain should die ...
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... Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heart - burn'd an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made just in the mid - way between him ...
... Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but I am heart - burn'd an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made just in the mid - way between him ...
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429 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - The slaves are ours. So do I answer you : The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, Is dearly bought, 'tis mine, and I will have it : If you deny me, fie upon your law ! There is no force in the decrees of Venice. I stand for judgment : answer ; shall I have it ? Duke.
322 ÆäÀÌÁö - But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
293 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.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gratiano 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 the search.
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
296 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...
100 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.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.