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 537
... say there is much Kindness in the Jew . Baf . You fhall not feal to fuch a Bond for me , I'll rather dwell in my Neceffity . Anth . Why fear not Man , I will not forfeit it ; Within these two Months , that's a Month before This Bond ...
... say there is much Kindness in the Jew . Baf . You fhall not feal to fuch a Bond for me , I'll rather dwell in my Neceffity . Anth . Why fear not Man , I will not forfeit it ; Within these two Months , that's a Month before This Bond ...
Page 547
... Say I will come . Laun . I will go before , Sir . Miftrefs , look out at Window for all this ; There will come a Christian by , Will be worth a Jew's Eye . [ Exit Laun . Shy . What fays that Fool of Hagar's Off - fpring ? ha . Jef . His ...
... Say I will come . Laun . I will go before , Sir . Miftrefs , look out at Window for all this ; There will come a Christian by , Will be worth a Jew's Eye . [ Exit Laun . Shy . What fays that Fool of Hagar's Off - fpring ? ha . Jef . His ...
Page 550
... Saying grav'd in Gold . Who chufeth me , shall gain what many Men defire . Why that's the Lady , all the World defires her : From the four Corners of the Earth they come To Kifs this Shrine , this mortal breathing Saint . The Hircanian ...
... Saying grav'd in Gold . Who chufeth me , shall gain what many Men defire . Why that's the Lady , all the World defires her : From the four Corners of the Earth they come To Kifs this Shrine , this mortal breathing Saint . The Hircanian ...
Page 555
... Saying is no Herefy , Hanging and wiving goes by Destiny . Por . Come , draw the Curtain , Neriffa . Enter a Servant . Serv . Where is my Lady ? Por . Here , what would my Lord ? Serv . Madam , there is alighted at your Gate A young ...
... Saying is no Herefy , Hanging and wiving goes by Destiny . Por . Come , draw the Curtain , Neriffa . Enter a Servant . Serv . Where is my Lady ? Por . Here , what would my Lord ? Serv . Madam , there is alighted at your Gate A young ...
Page 571
... says , you are no good Member of the Commonwealth ; for in converting Jews to Chriftians , you raife the Price of Pork . 8 Lor . I fhall anfwer that better to the Commonwealth than you can the getting up of the Negro's Belly : The Moor ...
... says , you are no good Member of the Commonwealth ; for in converting Jews to Chriftians , you raife the Price of Pork . 8 Lor . I fhall anfwer that better to the Commonwealth than you can the getting up of the Negro's Belly : The Moor ...
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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...