The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1910 |
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... hold your hands ! Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Exit . ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE . Upon my life , by some device or other The villain is o'er - raught of all my money . They say this town is full of cozenage ; As ...
... hold your hands ! Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Exit . ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE . Upon my life , by some device or other The villain is o'er - raught of all my money . They say this town is full of cozenage ; As ...
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... Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ? 24 ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE . Because that I familiarly sometimes Do ...
... Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ? 24 ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE . Because that I familiarly sometimes Do ...
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... hold your dainties cheap , sir , and your welcome dear . 21 ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS . O , Signior Balthazar , either at flesh or fish , A table - full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish . Good meat , sir , is common ; that every ...
... hold your dainties cheap , sir , and your welcome dear . 21 ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS . O , Signior Balthazar , either at flesh or fish , A table - full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish . Good meat , sir , is common ; that every ...
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... hold you still : I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse , hastily . [ Exit . ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE . Why , how now , Dromio ! where run'st thou so fast ? 72 DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Do you know me , sir ? am ...
... hold you still : I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse , hastily . [ Exit . ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE . Why , how now , Dromio ! where run'st thou so fast ? 72 DROMIO OF SYRACUSE . Do you know me , sir ? am ...
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... hold me still : My tongue , though not my heart , shall have his will . He is deformed , crooked , old and sere , Ill - fac'd , worse bodied , shapeless everywhere ; Vicious , ungentle , foolish , blunt , unkind , Stigmatical in making ...
... hold me still : My tongue , though not my heart , shall have his will . He is deformed , crooked , old and sere , Ill - fac'd , worse bodied , shapeless everywhere ; Vicious , ungentle , foolish , blunt , unkind , Stigmatical in making ...
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Page 99 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 330 - 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.
Page 362 - 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,...
Page 362 - 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.
Page 339 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 386 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state: it cannot be.
Page 267 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 241 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 396 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Page 388 - a pound of flesh." Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh ; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.