Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's taleJ. Nichols, 1811 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 50
עמוד 61
... touch Of merchant - marring rocks ? Sale . Not one , my lord . Besides , it should appear , that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew , He would not take it : Never did I know A creature , that did bear the shape of man , So ...
... touch Of merchant - marring rocks ? Sale . Not one , my lord . Besides , it should appear , that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew , He would not take it : Never did I know A creature , that did bear the shape of man , So ...
עמוד 71
... touch'd with human gentleness and love , Forgive a moiety of the principal ; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses , That have of late so huddled on his back ; Enough to press a royal merchant down , And pluck commiseration of his state ...
... touch'd with human gentleness and love , Forgive a moiety of the principal ; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses , That have of late so huddled on his back ; Enough to press a royal merchant down , And pluck commiseration of his state ...
עמוד 89
... touch their ears , Or any You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of musick : Therefore , the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since ...
... touch their ears , Or any You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of musick : Therefore , the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since ...
עמוד 111
... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
... Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
עמוד 112
... Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . My father's love is enough to honour him . Enough ! speak no more of him : you'll be whip'd for taxation , ' one of these days . A Touch . The more pity , that fools may not ...
... Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . My father's love is enough to honour him . Enough ! speak no more of him : you'll be whip'd for taxation , ' one of these days . A Touch . The more pity , that fools may not ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Antigonus Antonio Autolycus Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid MALONE marry master means MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress musick Nerissa never Orlando Padua peize Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep shepherd Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Venice wife Winter's Tale word young
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 125 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
עמוד 50 - 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. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villany, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
עמוד 86 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
עמוד 21 - 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...
עמוד 130 - Take that : and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold; All this I give you : Let me be your servant ; Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you ; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your...
עמוד 82 - 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.
עמוד 505 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
עמוד 504 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.