Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... ring , are common to the novel and the play . The whetting of the knife might perhaps be taken from the ballad of Gernutus . Shakspeare was likewise indebted to an authority that could not have occurred to the original author of the ...
... ring , are common to the novel and the play . The whetting of the knife might perhaps be taken from the ballad of Gernutus . Shakspeare was likewise indebted to an authority that could not have occurred to the original author of the ...
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... ring both , I oft found both : I urge this childhood proof , Because what follows is pure innocence . I owe you much ; and , like a wilful youth , That which I owe is lost : but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which ...
... ring both , I oft found both : I urge this childhood proof , Because what follows is pure innocence . I owe you much ; and , like a wilful youth , That which I owe is lost : but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which ...
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... ring , that he had of your daughter for a monkey . Shy . Out upon her ! Thou torturest me , Tubal : it was my turquoise ; I had it of Leah , when I was a bachelor : I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys . Tub . But ...
... ring , that he had of your daughter for a monkey . Shy . Out upon her ! Thou torturest me , Tubal : it was my turquoise ; I had it of Leah , when I was a bachelor : I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys . Tub . But ...
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... ring fancy's knell ; I'll begin it , Ding , dong , bell . All . Ding , dong , bell . Bass . - So may the outward shows be least them- selves ; The world is still deceiv'd with ornament7 . 8 In law , what plea so tainted and corrupt ...
... ring fancy's knell ; I'll begin it , Ding , dong , bell . All . Ding , dong , bell . Bass . - So may the outward shows be least them- selves ; The world is still deceiv'd with ornament7 . 8 In law , what plea so tainted and corrupt ...
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... ring fear and green - ey'd jealousy . O love , be moderate , allay thy ecstasy , In measure rain thy joy , scant this excess ; I feel too much thy blessing , make it less , For fear I surfeit ! Bass . What find I here ? [ Opening the ...
... ring fear and green - ey'd jealousy . O love , be moderate , allay thy ecstasy , In measure rain thy joy , scant this excess ; I feel too much thy blessing , make it less , For fear I surfeit ! Bass . What find I here ? [ Opening the ...
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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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Seite 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,...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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
Seite 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?
Seite 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.