Merchant of Venice. All's well that ends well. Love's labour's lostHarper and brothers, 1895 |
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... Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound - well . Bas . May you stead me ? Will you pleasure me ? Shall I know your answer ? Shy . Three thousand ducats for three months , and THE MERCHANT OF VENICE II.
... Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound - well . Bas . May you stead me ? Will you pleasure me ? Shall I know your answer ? Shy . Three thousand ducats for three months , and THE MERCHANT OF VENICE II.
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... answer to that . Shy . Antonio is a good man . Bas . Have you heard any imputation to the con- trary ? Shy . Ho , no , no , no , no ; my meaning in saying he is a good man is to have you understand me that he is sufficient ; yet his ...
... answer to that . Shy . Antonio is a good man . Bas . Have you heard any imputation to the con- trary ? Shy . Ho , no , no , no , no ; my meaning in saying he is a good man is to have you understand me that he is sufficient ; yet his ...
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... his life hath sold , But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgment old , Your answer had not been inscroll'd : Fare you well 30 COMEDIES OF SHAKESPEARE.
... his life hath sold , But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgment old , Your answer had not been inscroll'd : Fare you well 30 COMEDIES OF SHAKESPEARE.
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William Shakespeare. Your answer had not been inscroll'd : Fare you well ; your suit is cold.— Cold indeed , and labour lost ; Then farewell heat , and welcome frost.— Portia , adieu ! I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave ...
William Shakespeare. Your answer had not been inscroll'd : Fare you well ; your suit is cold.— Cold indeed , and labour lost ; Then farewell heat , and welcome frost.— Portia , adieu ! I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave ...
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... answered , Do not so , Slubber not business for my sake , Bassanio , But stay the very riping of the time ; And for the Jew's bond , which he hath of me , Let it not enter into your mind of love . Be merry , and employ your chiefest ...
... answered , Do not so , Slubber not business for my sake , Bassanio , But stay the very riping of the time ; And for the Jew's bond , which he hath of me , Let it not enter into your mind of love . Be merry , and employ your chiefest ...
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Antonio Aquitain ARMADO Bassanio BERTRAM beseech Biron blood bond Boyet Clown Cost COSTARD Count court daughter dear Diana dost doth ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faith Farewell father flesh fool forsworn gentle give grace Gratiano hand hath hear heart Heaven honour Jaquenetta Jessica Kath King knave l'envoy lady LAFEU Laun Launcelot letter live Longaville look lord Lorenzo Love's Love's Labour's Lost madam maid marry master Merchant of Venice mistress Moth Narbon Nath Navarre Nerissa never oath pardon Parolles Pompey Portia praise pray Prin princess ring Rosaline Rousillon Salan Salar SALARINO SCENE I.-Enter shalt Shylock Sold speak swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thou art to-night tongue virginity Widow wife word worthy young
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Seite 58 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 6 - 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.
Seite 67 - 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 239 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Seite 41 - 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 239 - When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 69 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 64 - Nay, take my life and all ; pardon not that : You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
Seite 193 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink ; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Seite 239 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, 920 Unpleasing to a married ear!