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And what hope is that , I pray thee ? Laun . Marry , you may partly hope that your
father got you not , that you are not the Jew ' s daughter . Jes . That were a kind of
bastard hope , indeed ; so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me .
And what hope is that , I pray thee ? Laun . Marry , you may partly hope that your
father got you not , that you are not the Jew ' s daughter . Jes . That were a kind of
bastard hope , indeed ; so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me .
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... or then we thought them none . Her eye is sick on ' t ; I observe her now . Hel .
What is your pleasure , madam ? Count . You know , Helen , I am a mother to you
. Hel . Mine honourable mistress . Count . Nay , a mother ; Why not a mother ?
... or then we thought them none . Her eye is sick on ' t ; I observe her now . Hel .
What is your pleasure , madam ? Count . You know , Helen , I am a mother to you
. Hel . Mine honourable mistress . Count . Nay , a mother ; Why not a mother ?
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Why not a mother ? When I said , a mother , Methought you saw a serpent : What '
s in mother , That you start at it ? I say , I am your mother , And put you in the
catalogue of those , That were enwombed mine : ' Tis often seen , Adoption
strives ...
Why not a mother ? When I said , a mother , Methought you saw a serpent : What '
s in mother , That you start at it ? I say , I am your mother , And put you in the
catalogue of those , That were enwombed mine : ' Tis often seen , Adoption
strives ...
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No : My mother did but duty ; such , my lord , As you owe to your wife . Ber . No
more of that ! I pr ' ythee , do not strive against my vows : I was compell ' d to her ;
but I love thee By love ' s own sweet constraint , and will for ever Do thee all rights
...
No : My mother did but duty ; such , my lord , As you owe to your wife . Ber . No
more of that ! I pr ' ythee , do not strive against my vows : I was compell ' d to her ;
but I love thee By love ' s own sweet constraint , and will for ever Do thee all rights
...
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My mother told me just how he would woo , As if she sat in his heart ; she says ,
all men Have the like oaths : he had sworn to marry me , When his wife ' s dead ;
therefore I ' ll lie with him , When I am buried . Since Frenchmen are so braid ...
My mother told me just how he would woo , As if she sat in his heart ; she says ,
all men Have the like oaths : he had sworn to marry me , When his wife ' s dead ;
therefore I ' ll lie with him , When I am buried . Since Frenchmen are so braid ...
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Seite 20 - 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 monies...
Seite 91 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Seite 177 - 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.
Seite 132 - They say, miracles are past; and we -have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things, supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Seite 55 - Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. 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, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
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 89 - 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.
Seite 84 - Ant. So please my lord the Duke, and . all the Court, To quit the fine for one half of his goods, I am content, so he will let me have The other half in use, to render it, Upon his death, unto the gentleman...
Seite 92 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 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.
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| Titel | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Band 7 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 27. Dez. 2006 |
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