Merchant of VeniceGinn brothers, 1872 - 172 pagina's |
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Pagina 108
... ducats , Enter BASSANIO and SHYLOCK . Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months , well . - well . Bass . For the which , as I told you , Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound , well . - Bass . May ...
... ducats , Enter BASSANIO and SHYLOCK . Bass . Ay , sir , for three months . Shy . For three months , well . - well . Bass . For the which , as I told you , Antonio shall be bound . Shy . Antonio shall become bound , well . - Bass . May ...
Pagina 109
... ducats ; -I think I may take his bond . Bass . Be assured you may . - Shy . I will be assured I may ; and , that I may be assured , I will bethink me . May I speak with Antonio ? Bass . If it please you to dine with us . Shy . Yes , to ...
... ducats ; -I think I may take his bond . Bass . Be assured you may . - Shy . I will be assured I may ; and , that I may be assured , I will bethink me . May I speak with Antonio ? Bass . If it please you to dine with us . Shy . Yes , to ...
Pagina 110
... ducats : What of that ? Tubal , a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe , Will furnish me . But , soft ! how many months Do you desire ? [ To ANT . ] Rest you fair , good Signior ; Your worship was the last man in our mouths . Ant . Shylock ...
... ducats : What of that ? Tubal , a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe , Will furnish me . But , soft ! how many months Do you desire ? [ To ANT . ] Rest you fair , good Signior ; Your worship was the last man in our mouths . Ant . Shylock ...
Pagina 111
... ducats ; Three months from twelve , - ― -'tis a good round sum . then , let me see , the rate Ant . Well , Shylock , shall we be beholding to you ? Shy . Signior Antonio , many a time and oft , In the Rialto , you have rated me 12 About ...
... ducats ; Three months from twelve , - ― -'tis a good round sum . then , let me see , the rate Ant . Well , Shylock , shall we be beholding to you ? Shy . Signior Antonio , many a time and oft , In the Rialto , you have rated me 12 About ...
Pagina 112
William Shakespeare. A cur can lend three thousand ducats ? or Shall I bend low , and in a bondman's key , With ' bated breath and whispering humbleness , Say this , - Fair sir , you spet on me on Wednesday last ; You spurn'd me such a ...
William Shakespeare. A cur can lend three thousand ducats ? or Shall I bend low , and in a bondman's key , With ' bated breath and whispering humbleness , Say this , - Fair sir , you spet on me on Wednesday last ; You spurn'd me such a ...
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Bass Bellario Belmont Ben Jonson better bond casket Chiromancy choose chooseth Christian daughter Devil dost doth Duke Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady father fear flesh folio fool forfeit fortune Francis Meres gentle give gold grace Gratiano hath hear heart Heaven honour husband Jess Jessica Jew's judge judgment Julius Cæsar justice King Lear lady Laun look Lord Bassanio Lorenzo Madam married means Merchant of Venice mercy merry mind MUSIC READER Nerissa never night oath old copies peize play Poet Poet's Portia PORTIA'S House pray thee Prince printed quarto Rialto Richard Burbage Richard III ring Room in PORTIA'S SALARINO scene sense Servant Shakespeare shalt Shylock sola Solanio soul speak Stratford swear sweet tell thing three thousand ducats Tubal Twelfth Night unto wife Winter's Tale word
Populaire passages
Pagina 99 - 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.
Pagina 90 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Pagina 109 - 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.
Pagina 96 - Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Pagina 112 - 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...
Pagina 103 - 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.
Pagina 141 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account.
Pagina 157 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right, do a little wrong ; And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Pagina 156 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. SHY. My deeds upon my head! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Pagina 95 - To draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book, and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much...