Measure for measure. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Love's labour lostA. Leathley, 1766 |
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... death . ( 4 ) Alas ! this gentleman , ( 3 ) -the mother . ] The abbefs , or prioress . Whom ( 4 ) Than FALL , and bruife to death . ] fhould rather read FELL , i . e . ftrike down . So in Timon of Aibens , All , fave thee , I PELL with ...
... death . ( 4 ) Alas ! this gentleman , ( 3 ) -the mother . ] The abbefs , or prioress . Whom ( 4 ) Than FALL , and bruife to death . ] fhould rather read FELL , i . e . ftrike down . So in Timon of Aibens , All , fave thee , I PELL with ...
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... death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Efcal . Be't as your Enter Provost . wisdom will . Ang . Where is the Provoft ? Prov . Here , if it like your Honour . Ang . See , that Claudio Be executed by nine to morrow ...
... death , And nothing come in partial . Sir , he must die . Efcal . Be't as your Enter Provost . wisdom will . Ang . Where is the Provoft ? Prov . Here , if it like your Honour . Ang . See , that Claudio Be executed by nine to morrow ...
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... death of Claudio : But there's no remedy . Juft . Lord Angelo is fevere . Efcal . It is but needful : Mercy is not itself , that oft looks fo ; Pardon is ftill the nurfe of fecond woe ' : But yet , poor Come , Sir . Claudio ! -there's ...
... death of Claudio : But there's no remedy . Juft . Lord Angelo is fevere . Efcal . It is but needful : Mercy is not itself , that oft looks fo ; Pardon is ftill the nurfe of fecond woe ' : But yet , poor Come , Sir . Claudio ! -there's ...
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... death . Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl , of season ; fhall we ferve heay'n With lefs refpect than we do minifter To our grofs felves ? good , good my lord , bethink you : Who is it , that hath dy'd for this offence ? There's ...
... death . Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl , of season ; fhall we ferve heay'n With lefs refpect than we do minifter To our grofs felves ? good , good my lord , bethink you : Who is it , that hath dy'd for this offence ? There's ...
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... death , Th ' impreflion of keen whips I'd wear as rubies , And strip myself to death , as to a bed That longing I've been feek for , ere I'd yield My body up to fhame . Ang Then muft your brother die . Ifab . And ' twere the cheaper way ...
... death , Th ' impreflion of keen whips I'd wear as rubies , And strip myself to death , as to a bed That longing I've been feek for , ere I'd yield My body up to fhame . Ang Then muft your brother die . Ifab . And ' twere the cheaper way ...
Common terms and phrases
afide againſt Anfaldo Angelo anſwer Anth Anthonio Baff Baffanio Bawd becauſe Biron Boyet brother cauſe Claudio Clown Coft defire doth ducats Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair fame father fatire feems fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fignifies fince firft fome fool foul fpeak fpirit Friar ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fwear fweet Giannetto give grace hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Ifab itſelf juftice King lady Laun lefs lord Lucio mafter marry meaſure Merchant of Venice moft moſt Moth mufick muft muſt myſelf Orla Orlando paffage perfon pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pray prefent Prov purpoſe reafon reft Rofalind ſay SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Shylock Solarino ſpeak thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uſed Venice WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe yourſelf
Popular passages
Page 427 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 170 - Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Page 252 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Page 183 - Some men there are love not a gaping pig ; Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat.
Page 133 - 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?
Page 193 - 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 197 - In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Page 189 - 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.
Page 429 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 172 - O sweet Portia, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins — I was a gentleman...