The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 3 |
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Page 48
... besides commends , and courteous breath , Gifts of rich value ; yet I have not
seen So likely an embassador of love : A day in April never came so sweet , To
show how costly summer was at hand , As this fore - spurrer comes before his
lord .
... besides commends , and courteous breath , Gifts of rich value ; yet I have not
seen So likely an embassador of love : A day in April never came so sweet , To
show how costly summer was at hand , As this fore - spurrer comes before his
lord .
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Here are sever ' d lips , Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar Should sunder
such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and hath
woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men , Faster than gnats in cobwebs
...
Here are sever ' d lips , Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar Should sunder
such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and hath
woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men , Faster than gnats in cobwebs
...
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I bid my very friends and countrymen , Sweet Portia , welcome . Por . So do I , my
lord ; They are entirely welcome . Lor . I thank your honour : - For my part , my lord
, My purpose was not to have seen you here ; But meeting with Salerio by the ...
I bid my very friends and countrymen , Sweet Portia , welcome . Por . So do I , my
lord ; They are entirely welcome . Lor . I thank your honour : - For my part , my lord
, My purpose was not to have seen you here ; But meeting with Salerio by the ...
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Sweet Bassanio , my ships have all miscarried , my creditors grow cruel , my
estate is very low , my bond to the Jew is forfeit ; and since , in paying it , it is
impossible I should live , all debts . * cheer ; ] i . e , countenance . are cleared
between ...
Sweet Bassanio , my ships have all miscarried , my creditors grow cruel , my
estate is very low , my bond to the Jew is forfeit ; and since , in paying it , it is
impossible I should live , all debts . * cheer ; ] i . e , countenance . are cleared
between ...
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How cheer ' st thou , Jessica : And now , good sweet , say thy opinion , How dost
thou like the lord Bassanio ' s wife ? Jes . Past all expressing : It is very meet , The
lord Bassanio live an upright life ; For , having such a blessing in his lady , He ...
How cheer ' st thou , Jessica : And now , good sweet , say thy opinion , How dost
thou like the lord Bassanio ' s wife ? Jes . Past all expressing : It is very meet , The
lord Bassanio live an upright life ; For , having such a blessing in his lady , He ...
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Page 50 - 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. If a Jew...
Page 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 76 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, — It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd, — It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this...
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