The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 - 4776ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... lords . Bass . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? You grow exceeding strange : Must it be so ? Salar . We'll make our leisures to attend on yours . [ Exeunt SALAR . and SALAN . Lor . My lord Bassanio , since you ...
... lords . Bass . Good signiors both , when shall we laugh ? Say , when ? You grow exceeding strange : Must it be so ? Salar . We'll make our leisures to attend on yours . [ Exeunt SALAR . and SALAN . Lor . My lord Bassanio , since you ...
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... lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? Por . God made him , and therefore let him pass for a man . In truth , I know it is a sin to be a mocker ; But , he ! why , he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's ; a better bad habit of frowning than the ...
... lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? Por . God made him , and therefore let him pass for a man . In truth , I know it is a sin to be a mocker ; But , he ! why , he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's ; a better bad habit of frowning than the ...
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William Shakespeare. Ner . What think you of the Scottish lord , his neighbour ? Por . That he hath a neighbourly ... lords ; they have acquainted me with their de- termination : which is indeed , to return to their home , and to trouble ...
William Shakespeare. Ner . What think you of the Scottish lord , his neighbour ? Por . That he hath a neighbourly ... lords ; they have acquainted me with their de- termination : which is indeed , to return to their home , and to trouble ...
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... Lord , how art thou changed ! How dost thou and thy master agree ? I have brought him a present ; How ' gree you now ? Laun . Well , well ; but , for mine own part , as I have set up my rest9 to run away , so I will not rest till I have ...
... Lord , how art thou changed ! How dost thou and thy master agree ? I have brought him a present ; How ' gree you now ? Laun . Well , well ; but , for mine own part , as I have set up my rest9 to run away , so I will not rest till I have ...
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... lord : From whom he bringeth sensible regreets 9 ; To wit , besides commends , and courteous breath , Gifts of rich value ; yet I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love : A day in April never came so sweet , To show how costly ...
... lord : From whom he bringeth sensible regreets 9 ; To wit , besides commends , and courteous breath , Gifts of rich value ; yet I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love : A day in April never came so sweet , To show how costly ...
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143 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
17 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.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.