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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Page 500
... Maid for my Cowardize : Let her not ftrike me . " You perhaps may think , Because she's fomething lower than my self , That I can match her . Her . Lower ! Hark again . Hel . Good Hermia , do not be fo bitter with me , I evermore did ...
... Maid for my Cowardize : Let her not ftrike me . " You perhaps may think , Because she's fomething lower than my self , That I can match her . Her . Lower ! Hark again . Hel . Good Hermia , do not be fo bitter with me , I evermore did ...
Page 528
... Maid not vendible . [ Exit . Anth . Is that any thing now ? Baff . Gratiano fpeaks an infinite deal of nothing , more than any Man in all Venice : his Reasons are two Grains of Wheat hid in two Bushels of Chaff ; you may feek all Day e ...
... Maid not vendible . [ Exit . Anth . Is that any thing now ? Baff . Gratiano fpeaks an infinite deal of nothing , more than any Man in all Venice : his Reasons are two Grains of Wheat hid in two Bushels of Chaff ; you may feek all Day e ...
Page 543
... Maids is a fimple coming in for one Man , and then to ' scape Drowning thrice , and to be in peril of my Life with the edge of a Feather Bed , here are fimple ' fcapes : Well , if Fortune be a Woman , fhe's a good Wench for this gere ...
... Maids is a fimple coming in for one Man , and then to ' scape Drowning thrice , and to be in peril of my Life with the edge of a Feather Bed , here are fimple ' fcapes : Well , if Fortune be a Woman , fhe's a good Wench for this gere ...
Page 553
... Maid in way of Marriage : Laftly , if I do fail in fortune of my Choice , Immediately to leave you , and be gone . Por . To thefe Injunctions every one doth swear That comes to hazard for my worthless felf . Ar . And fo have I addreft ...
... Maid in way of Marriage : Laftly , if I do fail in fortune of my Choice , Immediately to leave you , and be gone . Por . To thefe Injunctions every one doth swear That comes to hazard for my worthless felf . Ar . And fo have I addreft ...
Page 564
... Maid ; You lov'd ; I lov'd for Intermiffion . No more pertains to me , my Lord , than you : Your Fortune stood upon the Caskets there , And fo did mine too , as the Matter falls : For wooing Herd , until I fweat again , And fwearing ...
... Maid ; You lov'd ; I lov'd for Intermiffion . No more pertains to me , my Lord , than you : Your Fortune stood upon the Caskets there , And fo did mine too , as the Matter falls : For wooing Herd , until I fweat again , And fwearing ...
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Page 616 - 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 514 - 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.
Page 528 - 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.
Page 619 - 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...
Page 908 - 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.
Page 474 - 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...
Page 819 - 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?
Page 778 - 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.
Page 559 - 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.
Page 530 - 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...