The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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... tongue is better than a beast of yours . Bene . I would , my horse had the speed of your tongue , and fo good a continuer ; but keep your way o ' God's name , I have done . Beat . You always end with a jade's trick ; I know you of old ...
... tongue is better than a beast of yours . Bene . I would , my horse had the speed of your tongue , and fo good a continuer ; but keep your way o ' God's name , I have done . Beat . You always end with a jade's trick ; I know you of old ...
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... tongue in Count John's mouth , and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face Beat . With a good Leg , and a good foot , Uncle , and mony enough in his purfe , fuch a man would win any woman in the world , if he could get ...
... tongue in Count John's mouth , and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face Beat . With a good Leg , and a good foot , Uncle , and mony enough in his purfe , fuch a man would win any woman in the world , if he could get ...
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... tongues , - Let every eye negotiate for it felf , And truft no agent ; beauty is a witch , Againft whofe charms faith melteth into blood .. This is an accident of hourly proof Enter Benedick . Bene . Count Claudio ? Claud . 22 MUCH A DO ...
... tongues , - Let every eye negotiate for it felf , And truft no agent ; beauty is a witch , Againft whofe charms faith melteth into blood .. This is an accident of hourly proof Enter Benedick . Bene . Count Claudio ? Claud . 22 MUCH A DO ...
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... Tongue . Pedro . Come , Lady , come ; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick . Beat . Indeed , my Lord , he lent it me a while , and I gave him ufe for it , a double heart for a fingle one ; marry , once before he won it of me with ...
... Tongue . Pedro . Come , Lady , come ; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick . Beat . Indeed , my Lord , he lent it me a while , and I gave him ufe for it , a double heart for a fingle one ; marry , once before he won it of me with ...
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... tongue is the clapper ; for what his heart thinks , his tongue fpeaks . Bene . Gallants , I am not as I have been . Leon . So fay I ; methinks , you are fadder . Claud . I hope , he is in love . Pedro . Hang him , truant , there's no ...
... tongue is the clapper ; for what his heart thinks , his tongue fpeaks . Bene . Gallants , I am not as I have been . Leon . So fay I ; methinks , you are fadder . Claud . I hope , he is in love . Pedro . Hang him , truant , there's no ...
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againſt anfwer Anthonio Baff Baptifta Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Biron Boyet call'd Cath Catharine chufe Claud Claudio Coft Coufin daughter defire doft Dogb doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair faſhion father feem felf fhall fhew fhould fing firft fome fool foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fwear fweet give Gremio hath hear heart Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houſe Kate King lady Laun Leon Leonato Lord lov'd Lucentio Madam mafter marry meaſure Merchant of VENICE miſtreſs moft moſt Moth mufick muft muſt never Orla Orlando Padua Pedro Petruchio pleaſe Pompey praiſe pray prefent Prince reaſon Rofalind SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe Shylock Signior Solarino ſpeak ſtay ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thou thouſand Tranio wife word
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Seite 97 - 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.
Seite 427 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Seite 91 - 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.
Seite 186 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 97 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Seite 99 - 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?
Seite 222 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 290 - Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...
Seite 149 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Seite 159 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood : If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...