Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice: With Notes, Examination Papers, and Plan of Preparation.(Selected.)Clark & Maynard, 1882 - 159 páginas |
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Página xvii
... wives . ( c ) Like one of two contending in a prize . ( d ) Engaged my friend to his mere enemy . ( e ) I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers . ( f ) You have a noble and a true conceit Of god - like amity . . . . ... 4 ...
... wives . ( c ) Like one of two contending in a prize . ( d ) Engaged my friend to his mere enemy . ( e ) I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers . ( f ) You have a noble and a true conceit Of god - like amity . . . . ... 4 ...
Página 39
... wife who wins me by that means I told you , ΙΟ Yourself , renowned prince , then stood as fair 20 As any comer I have look'd on yet , For my affection . Mor . Even for that I thank you ; Therefore , I pray you , lead me to the cas- kets ...
... wife who wins me by that means I told you , ΙΟ Yourself , renowned prince , then stood as fair 20 As any comer I have look'd on yet , For my affection . Mor . Even for that I thank you ; Therefore , I pray you , lead me to the cas- kets ...
Página 43
... son that is , your child that shall be . Gob . I cannot think you are my son . Laun . I know not what I shall think of that : but I am Launcelot , the Jew's man ; 70 and I am sure Margery , your wife , is SC . II . 43 OF VENICE .
... son that is , your child that shall be . Gob . I cannot think you are my son . Laun . I know not what I shall think of that : but I am Launcelot , the Jew's man ; 70 and I am sure Margery , your wife , is SC . II . 43 OF VENICE .
Página 44
... wife , is my mother . Gob . Her name is Margery , indeed : I'll be sworn , if thou be Launcelot , thou art mine own flesh and blood . Lord worshipped might 80 he be ! what a beard hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than ...
... wife , is my mother . Gob . Her name is Margery , indeed : I'll be sworn , if thou be Launcelot , thou art mine own flesh and blood . Lord worshipped might 80 he be ! what a beard hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than ...
Página 46
... wives : alas , fifteen wives is nothing ; and then , to ' scape drowning thrice ; and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a feather - bed ; here are simple ' scapes ! Well , if fortune be a woman , she's a good wench for this ...
... wives : alas , fifteen wives is nothing ; and then , to ' scape drowning thrice ; and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a feather - bed ; here are simple ' scapes ! Well , if fortune be a woman , she's a good wench for this ...
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adjective Antonio Bass Bassanio Bellario better blood bond caskets choose chooseth Christian Cogs Colchis court Cymbeline dative daughter devil doth Double Number ducats Duke English Enter PORTIA Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool forfeit fortune French gentle give Gobbo gold Gratiano hast hath hear heart heaven Henry VI Jessica Jew's Julius Cæsar king lady Latin Laun Launcelot live look lord Bassanio Lorenzo Low Latin Macbeth Madam Mailing price master meaning Merchant of Venice mercy merry mind Mind of love Nerissa never night noun oath Othello peize phrases play Portia pray thee prince Richard III ring Salar SALARINO SCENE sense Shakespeare Shylock Signior Solan SOLANIO soul speak stand swear sweet syllables tell thou thought three thousand ducats to-night Tubal unto verb wife withal word young ΙΟ
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Página 35 - 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 moneys...
Página 19 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Página 24 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Página 115 - 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...
Página 100 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown...
Página 102 - 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.
Página 22 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond...
Página 22 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster...
Página 36 - 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...
Página 97 - ... mules. You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them : — shall I say to you. Let them be free, marry them to your heirs ? Why sweat they under burdens ? let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be season'd with such viands ? You will answer, The slaves are ours...