Shakespeare's Comedy of The TempestHarper & brothers, 1884 - 155 ページ |
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... never known want , or grief , or fear , or disappointment , her wisdom is without a touch of the sombre or the sad ; her affections are all mixed up with faith , hope , and joy ; and her wit has not a particle of malevolence or ...
... never known want , or grief , or fear , or disappointment , her wisdom is without a touch of the sombre or the sad ; her affections are all mixed up with faith , hope , and joy ; and her wit has not a particle of malevolence or ...
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... never yet met in real life , nor ever read in tale or history , of any woman , distin- guished for intellect of the highest order , who was not also remarkable for this trusting spirit , this hopefulness and cheer- fulness of temper ...
... never yet met in real life , nor ever read in tale or history , of any woman , distin- guished for intellect of the highest order , who was not also remarkable for this trusting spirit , this hopefulness and cheer- fulness of temper ...
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... never rises to invective , and who has yet some dignity of port as the aven- ger of a nation's wrongs , some claim upon our sympathy as a father outraged by his only child ; and Portia , matchless impersonation of that rare woman who is ...
... never rises to invective , and who has yet some dignity of port as the aven- ger of a nation's wrongs , some claim upon our sympathy as a father outraged by his only child ; and Portia , matchless impersonation of that rare woman who is ...
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... never known trouble or sorrow , but prosperity has left her generous and quick in sympathy . Her noble use of wealth and joyous life , sur- rounded with flowers and fountains and marble statues and music , stands in contrast over ...
... never known trouble or sorrow , but prosperity has left her generous and quick in sympathy . Her noble use of wealth and joyous life , sur- rounded with flowers and fountains and marble statues and music , stands in contrast over ...
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... . Lorenzo . Well , we will leave you , then , till dinner - time . I must be one of these same dumb wise men , For Gratiano never lets me speak . 80 90 100 Gratiano . Well , keep me company but two years 44 THE MERCHANT OF VENICE .
... . Lorenzo . Well , we will leave you , then , till dinner - time . I must be one of these same dumb wise men , For Gratiano never lets me speak . 80 90 100 Gratiano . Well , keep me company but two years 44 THE MERCHANT OF VENICE .
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1st folio Antonio Bassanio Bellario Belmont better bond caskets choose chooseth Christian Cymb daughter deny doth ducats Duke early eds edition EDWARD DOWDEN ellipsis Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flesh folio fool forfeit fortune Francis Meres gentle give Gobbo gold grace Gratiano hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour husband Jessica Jew's John Shakespeare Julius Cæsar lady Launcelot lord Bassanio Lorenzo lovers Macb madam means Merchant of Venice mercy merry mind Morocco Nerissa never night Ovid Padua passion Peize play Portia pray thee prince Prince of Tyre R.'s quarto reading revenge Rialto Rich ring Salanio Salarino Salerio SCENE sense Shakespeare Shakspere shalt Shylock Signior soul speak Spenser spirit swear sweet tell Temp thou three thousand ducats Tubal word writers young
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116 ページ - 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 cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear And draw her home with music.
44 ページ - 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?
117 ページ - 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 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.
33 ページ - 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.
105 ページ - 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.
52 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. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him ! Bass.
107 ページ - Tarry a little; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; The words expressly are "a pound of flesh:" Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh: But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
84 ページ - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
32 ページ - The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it till now ; two thousand ducats in that, and other precious, precious jewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear ! Would she were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin!
44 ページ - Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio, — I love thee, and it is my love that speaks, — There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain...