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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第508页
... Wife , and me of my Confent ; Of my Confent that the fhould be your Wife . Dem . My Lord , fair Helen told me of their Stealth , Of this their Purpose hither to the Wood , And I in Fury hither follow'd them Fair Helena in Fancy follow'd ...
... Wife , and me of my Confent ; Of my Confent that the fhould be your Wife . Dem . My Lord , fair Helen told me of their Stealth , Of this their Purpose hither to the Wood , And I in Fury hither follow'd them Fair Helena in Fancy follow'd ...
第528页
... wife Men ; For Gratiano never lets me fpeak . Gra . Well , keep me Company but two Years more , Thou shalt not know the Sound of thine own Tongue . Anth . Fare you well ; I'll grow a Talker for this Gear . Gra . Thanks i'faith ; for ...
... wife Men ; For Gratiano never lets me fpeak . Gra . Well , keep me Company but two Years more , Thou shalt not know the Sound of thine own Tongue . Anth . Fare you well ; I'll grow a Talker for this Gear . Gra . Thanks i'faith ; for ...
第535页
... wife Mother wrought in his behalf , The third Poffeffer , ay , he was the third . Anth . And what of him , did he take Intereft ? Shy . No , not take Intereft , not as you would fay Directly Intereft ; mark what Jacob did . When Laban ...
... wife Mother wrought in his behalf , The third Poffeffer , ay , he was the third . Anth . And what of him , did he take Intereft ? Shy . No , not take Intereft , not as you would fay Directly Intereft ; mark what Jacob did . When Laban ...
第541页
... wife Father that knows his own Child . Well , old Man , I will tell you News of your Son , give me your Bleffing , Truth will come to light , Murder cannot be hid long , a Man's Son may , but in the end Truth will not . Gob . Pray you ...
... wife Father that knows his own Child . Well , old Man , I will tell you News of your Son , give me your Bleffing , Truth will come to light , Murder cannot be hid long , a Man's Son may , but in the end Truth will not . Gob . Pray you ...
第544页
... Blood , I am not to his Manners : O Lorenzo , If thou keep Promife , I fhall end this Strife , Become a Chriftian , and thy loving Wife . [ Exit . Enter Enter Gratiano , Lorenzo , Solarino , and Salanio . 544 The Merchant of Venice .
... Blood , I am not to his Manners : O Lorenzo , If thou keep Promife , I fhall end this Strife , Become a Chriftian , and thy loving Wife . [ Exit . Enter Enter Gratiano , Lorenzo , Solarino , and Salanio . 544 The Merchant of Venice .
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第616页 - 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.
第514页 - 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.
第528页 - 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.
第619页 - 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...
第908页 - 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.
第474页 - 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...
第819页 - 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?
第778页 - 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.
第559页 - 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.
第530页 - 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...