Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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Strana 10
... rest debtor for the first . Ant . You know me well ; and herein spend but time , To wind about my love with circumstance ; And , out of doubt , you do me now more wrong , In making question of my uttermost , Than if you had made waste ...
... rest debtor for the first . Ant . You know me well ; and herein spend but time , To wind about my love with circumstance ; And , out of doubt , you do me now more wrong , In making question of my uttermost , Than if you had made waste ...
Strana 17
... a subsequent period , and in his Dictionary derives it from hunting . It occurs again in Othello : ' I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip ' VOL . III . D Do you desire ? -Rest you fair , good signior SC . III . 17 VENICE .
... a subsequent period , and in his Dictionary derives it from hunting . It occurs again in Othello : ' I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip ' VOL . III . D Do you desire ? -Rest you fair , good signior SC . III . 17 VENICE .
Strana 18
William Shakespeare. Do you desire ? -Rest you fair , good signior ; [ TO ANTONIO . Your worship was the last man in our mouths . Ant . Shylock , albeit I neither lend nor borrow , By taking , nor by giving of excess , 3 Yet , to supply ...
William Shakespeare. Do you desire ? -Rest you fair , good signior ; [ TO ANTONIO . Your worship was the last man in our mouths . Ant . Shylock , albeit I neither lend nor borrow , By taking , nor by giving of excess , 3 Yet , to supply ...
Strana 27
... rest his soul ! ) alive , or dead ? Laun . Do you not know me , father ? Gob . Alack , sir , I am sand - blind , I know you not . Laun . Nay , indeed , if you had your eyes , you might fail of the knowing me : it is a wise father , that ...
... rest his soul ! ) alive , or dead ? Laun . Do you not know me , father ? Gob . Alack , sir , I am sand - blind , I know you not . Laun . Nay , indeed , if you had your eyes , you might fail of the knowing me : it is a wise father , that ...
Strana 28
... rest till I have run some ground : my master's a very Jew : Give him a present ! give him a halter : I am famish'd ... rest , ' i . e . determined . See note on All's Well that Ends Well , Act ii . S. 2. Romeo and Juliet , Act iv . Sc ...
... rest till I have run some ground : my master's a very Jew : Give him a present ! give him a halter : I am famish'd ... rest , ' i . e . determined . See note on All's Well that Ends Well , Act ii . S. 2. Romeo and Juliet , Act iv . Sc ...
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aglets Antonio Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cotgrave Count daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune gentleman give Gratiano Grumio hast hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Jessica Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Lafeu Laun Launcelot look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malone marry master means Merchant of Venice merry mistress musick Nerissa never old copy reads Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe play Portia pr'ythee pray ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan Salar SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock Signior speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee thing thou art Touch Tranio Troilus and Cressida unto Venice Vincentio wife word young
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Strana 49 - 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 wrong a Christian,...
Strana 129 - 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.
Strana 95 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Strana 49 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? 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...
Strana 16 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the Devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following, but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Strana 20 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' 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...
Strana 17 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! 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.
Strana 149 - 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. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Strana 103 - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Strana 143 - 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.