The Merchant of Venice: A ComedyPriv. print., 1922 - Počet stran: 174 |
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Strana 40
... OLD GOBBO , father to Launcelot ... BALTHAZAR , Steward to Portia ...... STEPHANO , a servant to Portia .. ..Fuller Mellish Charles Harbury .E . H. Wever LEONARDO , a servant to Bassanio ...... Edward Crandall A 40.
... OLD GOBBO , father to Launcelot ... BALTHAZAR , Steward to Portia ...... STEPHANO , a servant to Portia .. ..Fuller Mellish Charles Harbury .E . H. Wever LEONARDO , a servant to Bassanio ...... Edward Crandall A 40.
Strana 74
... OLD GOBBO . LAUNCELOT stops and retreats towards C. When OLD GOBBо gets on and is about C. , LAUNCE- LOT passes behind him and gets R. C. ) OLD GOBBO . Master young man , you , I pray you , which is the way to master Jew's ? LAUNCELOT ...
... OLD GOBBO . LAUNCELOT stops and retreats towards C. When OLD GOBBо gets on and is about C. , LAUNCE- LOT passes behind him and gets R. C. ) OLD GOBBO . Master young man , you , I pray you , which is the way to master Jew's ? LAUNCELOT ...
Strana 75
... OLD GOBBO . ) Talk you of young Master Launcelot ? OLD GOBBO . - No , " master , " sir , but a poor man's son : his father , though I say it , is an honest exceeding poor man , and , God be thanked , well to live . LAUNCELOT . Well ...
... OLD GOBBO . ) Talk you of young Master Launcelot ? OLD GOBBO . - No , " master , " sir , but a poor man's son : his father , though I say it , is an honest exceeding poor man , and , God be thanked , well to live . LAUNCELOT . Well ...
Strana 76
... OLD GOBBO . Marry , God forbid ! the boy was the very staff of my age , my very prop . LAUNCELOT . Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel - post , a staff or a prop ? ( Speaks the foregoing aside ; then , speaking in his natural voice ...
... OLD GOBBO . Marry , God forbid ! the boy was the very staff of my age , my very prop . LAUNCELOT . Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel - post , a staff or a prop ? ( Speaks the foregoing aside ; then , speaking in his natural voice ...
Strana 77
... OLD GOBBO . Pray you , sir , stand up : I am sure you are not Launce- lot , my boy . LAUNCELOT . Pray you , let's have no more fooling about it , but give me your blessing : I am Launcelot , your boy that was , your son that is , your ...
... OLD GOBBO . Pray you , sir , stand up : I am sure you are not Launce- lot , my boy . LAUNCELOT . Pray you , let's have no more fooling about it , but give me your blessing : I am Launcelot , your boy that was , your son that is , your ...
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actor ANTONIO Arch Augustin Daly Back BALTHAZAR Bellario Belmont bond Burbage Casket Chamber Charles Kean choose chooseth Christian clerk comic court CURTAINS daughter DAVID BELASCO DAVID WARFIELD devil door doth down-Stage DUKE Edward Alleyn Edwin Booth ENTER EXEUNT EXIT eyes fair father Folio forfeit gaze gentle give Hamlet hand hast hath hear Henry Irving House of Portia House of Shylock Irving JESTER Julius Cæsar justice Kean knife lady LAUNCELOT LEONARDO letter look Lord Bassanio LORENZO and JESSICA Madam Merchant of Venice merry MOROCCO never night OLD GOBBO original text pause pray present quartos revival Richard Burbage ring SALARINO and SOLANIO Second Scene Set Piece Shakespeare's plays shalt SHYLOCK'S HOUSE Signior speaks stage stand STEPHANO Street Sun Dial swear sweet Synagogue tell Theatre thee Third Scene thou three thousand ducats TUBAL turns unto up-Stage William Winter words
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Strana 160 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Strana 165 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Strana 144 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state: it cannot be.
Strana 143 - And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head! I crave the law,...
Strana 115 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text...
Strana 69 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me 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.
Strana 162 - 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.
Strana 52 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark...
Strana 115 - I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves : The world is Still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil...
Strana 101 - 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 1 if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.