The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 2 |
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Page 255
... 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 Salarino and Salanio . Lor . My lord Bassanio , since you have ...
... 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 Salarino and Salanio . Lor . My lord Bassanio , since you have ...
Page 256
... Bass . 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 * Obstinate silence . shall seek all day ere you find them ; and 256 Act 1 ...
... Bass . 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 * Obstinate silence . shall seek all day ere you find them ; and 256 Act 1 ...
Page 257
... Bass . Tis not unknown to you , Antonio , How much I have disabled mine estate , By something showing a more swelling port Than my faint means would grant continuance : Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd From such a noble rate ; but ...
... Bass . Tis not unknown to you , Antonio , How much I have disabled mine estate , By something showing a more swelling port Than my faint means would grant continuance : Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd From such a noble rate ; but ...
Page 258
... Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes † from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's ...
... Bass . In Belmont is a lady richly left , And she is fair , and , fairer than that word , Of wondrous virtues : sometimes † from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages : Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued To Cato's ...
Page 262
... Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months , -well . Temper , qualities . Bass . For the which , as I told you 262 Act I. MERCHANT OF.
... Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months , -well . Temper , qualities . Bass . For the which , as I told you 262 Act I. MERCHANT OF.
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Page 206 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Page 89 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 316 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Page 139 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
Page 367 - And then the whining schoolboy, 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 321 - 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 of bright gold.
Page 286 - 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 368 - And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon...
Page 139 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was!
Page 240 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...