Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night; or, What you willG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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Page 66
... Salar . Good morrow , my good lords . 60 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 66 [ ACT I. MERCHANT OF VENICE .
... Salar . Good morrow , my good lords . 60 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 66 [ ACT I. MERCHANT OF VENICE .
Page 67
... Bass . I will not fail you . 70 Gra . You look not well , Signior Antonio ; You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it that do buy it with much care : Believe me , you are marvellously changed . Ant . I hold the world but ...
... Bass . I will not fail you . 70 Gra . You look not well , Signior Antonio ; You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it that do buy it with much care : Believe me , you are marvellously changed . Ant . I hold the world but ...
Page 68
... Bass . Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of no- thing , 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 ...
... Bass . Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of no- thing , 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 ...
Page 69
... Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left ; * Ready . And she is fair and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes * from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : * Formerly . Her name is Portia , nothing ...
... Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left ; * Ready . And she is fair and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes * from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : * Formerly . Her name is Portia , nothing ...
Page 73
... Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months ; well . Bass . For the which , as I told you , Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound ; well . Bass . May you stead me ? will you pleasure me ? shall I know ...
... Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months ; well . Bass . For the which , as I told you , Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound ; well . Bass . May you stead me ? will you pleasure me ? shall I know ...
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Page 170 - 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
Page 131 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 406 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 35 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 167 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: '"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.
Page 74 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! 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.