The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 1Macmillan, 1864 - 1079 pages |
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Page 44
... there is , as ' twere , a tender , a kind of tender , made afar off by Sir Hugh here . Do you understand me ? Slen ... there's the point , sir . Evans . Marry , is it ; the very point of it ; to Mistress Anne Page . Slen . Why , if it ...
... there is , as ' twere , a tender , a kind of tender , made afar off by Sir Hugh here . Do you understand me ? Slen ... there's the point , sir . Evans . Marry , is it ; the very point of it ; to Mistress Anne Page . Slen . Why , if it ...
Page 47
... there's sympathy : you are merry , so am I ; ha , ha ! then there's more sympathy : you love sack , and so do I ; Would you desire better sympathy ? Let it suf- fice thee , Mistress Page , at the least , if the love of soldier can ...
... there's sympathy : you are merry , so am I ; ha , ha ! then there's more sympathy : you love sack , and so do I ; Would you desire better sympathy ? Let it suf- fice thee , Mistress Page , at the least , if the love of soldier can ...
Page 48
... there's the humour of it . Adieu . Page . " The humour of it , ' quoth a ' ! here's a [ Exit . 141 fellow frights ... there is truth in them ? in his intent towards our wives are a yoke of Page . Hang ' em , slaves ! I do not think the ...
... there's the humour of it . Adieu . Page . " The humour of it , ' quoth a ' ! here's a [ Exit . 141 fellow frights ... there is truth in them ? in his intent towards our wives are a yoke of Page . Hang ' em , slaves ! I do not think the ...
Page 50
... there's my purse ; I am yet thy debtor . Boy , go along with this woman . [ Exeunt Mis- tress Quickly and Robin . ] This news distracts me ! Pist . This punk is one of Cupid's carriers : Clap on more sails ; pursue ; up with your fights ...
... there's my purse ; I am yet thy debtor . Boy , go along with this woman . [ Exeunt Mis- tress Quickly and Robin . ] This news distracts me ! Pist . This punk is one of Cupid's carriers : Clap on more sails ; pursue ; up with your fights ...
Page 55
... there's something extraordinary in thee . Come , I cannot cog and say thou art this and that , like a many of these ... There is a gentleman my dear friend ; and I fear not mine own shame so much as his peril : I had rather than a ...
... there's something extraordinary in thee . Come , I cannot cog and say thou art this and that , like a many of these ... There is a gentleman my dear friend ; and I fear not mine own shame so much as his peril : I had rather than a ...
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Page 192 - 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 355 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 202 - 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 370 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 184 - 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...
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Page 214 - 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 lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...