The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 3F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ; and shall I lack the thought , That such a thing , bechanc'd , would make me sad ? But , tell not me ; I know , Antonio Is sad to think ...
... word , but even now worth this , And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought To think on this ; and shall I lack the thought , That such a thing , bechanc'd , would make me sad ? But , tell not me ; I know , Antonio Is sad to think ...
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... word , Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter , Brutus ' Portia . Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ; prest unto it ...
... word , Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter , Brutus ' Portia . Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ; prest unto it ...
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... word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father : -Is it not hard , Nerissa , that I cannot choose one , nor refuse none ? Ner . Your ...
... word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father : -Is it not hard , Nerissa , that I cannot choose one , nor refuse none ? Ner . Your ...
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... word , the prince , his master , will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell , I should be glad of his approach : if he have the con- dition ' of a saint , and ...
... word , the prince , his master , will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell , I should be glad of his approach : if he have the con- dition ' of a saint , and ...
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... words anciently employ'd for usury , both in its favourable and unfavourable sense . But Mr. Ritson says , that Use and usance , mean nothing more than interest ; and the former word is still used by country people in the same sense ...
... words anciently employ'd for usury , both in its favourable and unfavourable sense . But Mr. Ritson says , that Use and usance , mean nothing more than interest ; and the former word is still used by country people in the same sense ...
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Page 50 - I am a Jew: 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...
Page 143 - 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.
Page 76 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, — It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd, — It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this...
Page 504 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 58 - Is now converted : but now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself ; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours, my lord...
Page 147 - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well ; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach.
Page 503 - I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Become your time of day ; and yours, and yours ; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing : — O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength,...