Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... youth , That which I owe is lost : but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first , I do not doubt , As I will watch the aim , or to find both , Or bring your latter hazard back again , And ...
... youth , That which I owe is lost : but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first , I do not doubt , As I will watch the aim , or to find both , Or bring your latter hazard back again , And ...
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... youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband : -O me , the word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will of ...
... youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband : -O me , the word choose ! I may neither choose whom I would , nor refuse whom I dislike ; so is the will of ...
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... youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these two ! Ner . How say you by the French lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? Por . God made him , and therefore let him ...
... youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these two ! Ner . How say you by the French lord , Monsieur Le Bon ? Por . God made him , and therefore let him ...
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... Youth on the prow , and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway , That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey . ' 3 So in Othello : ' The bawdy wind , that kisses all it meets . ' It has been observed ...
... Youth on the prow , and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway , That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey . ' 3 So in Othello : ' The bawdy wind , that kisses all it meets . ' It has been observed ...
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... youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome : -By your leave , I bid my very friends and countrymen , Sweet Portia , welcome . Por . They are entirely welcome . So do I , my lord ; Lor . I thank your honour : For my part ...
... youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome : -By your leave , I bid my very friends and countrymen , Sweet Portia , welcome . Por . They are entirely welcome . So do I , my lord ; Lor . I thank your honour : For my part ...
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49 ページ - 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,...
129 ページ - 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.
95 ページ - 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.
49 ページ - 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...
16 ページ - 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.
20 ページ - 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...
17 ページ - 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.
149 ページ - 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
103 ページ - 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?
143 ページ - 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.