The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 2T. Bensley, 1803 |
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... Dear Giannetto , there is none to whom I wish better than to you . Go to Venice to your godfather , whose name is Ansaldo ; he has no child , and has wrote to me often to send you thither to him . He is the richest merchant amongst the ...
... Dear Giannetto , there is none to whom I wish better than to you . Go to Venice to your godfather , whose name is Ansaldo ; he has no child , and has wrote to me often to send you thither to him . He is the richest merchant amongst the ...
Page ii
... dear to me . Giannetto new began to give entertainments . He was more obedient and courteous to Ansaldo , than if he had been an hundred times his father . Every body in Venice was fond of him . Ansaldo could think of nothing but him ...
... dear to me . Giannetto new began to give entertainments . He was more obedient and courteous to Ansaldo , than if he had been an hundred times his father . Every body in Venice was fond of him . Ansaldo could think of nothing but him ...
Page iii
... dear son , said he , you need not fear my displeasure ; it is a com- mon accident ; trouble yourself no further . He takes him home , all the way telling him to be chearful and easy . The news was soon known all over Venice , and every ...
... dear son , said he , you need not fear my displeasure ; it is a com- mon accident ; trouble yourself no further . He takes him home , all the way telling him to be chearful and easy . The news was soon known all over Venice , and every ...
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... dear son , says he , we have still enough : the sea enriches some men , others it ruins . Poor Giannetto's head was day and night full of the thoughts of his bad success . When Ansaldo enquired what was the matter , he confessed , he ...
... dear son , says he , we have still enough : the sea enriches some men , others it ruins . Poor Giannetto's head was day and night full of the thoughts of his bad success . When Ansaldo enquired what was the matter , he confessed , he ...
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... dear Giannetto arrived , he might have the pleasure of embracing him : the Jew replied he was willing to wait ; but , says he , I will cut off the pound of flesh , according to the words of the obligation . Ansaldo answered , that he ...
... dear Giannetto arrived , he might have the pleasure of embracing him : the Jew replied he was willing to wait ; but , says he , I will cut off the pound of flesh , according to the words of the obligation . Ansaldo answered , that he ...
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Ansaldo Antonio Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron blood Bora brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faith father fool gentle Giannetto give grace Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Jessica Kath King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord lov'd lovers Lysander madam marry master master constable merry mistress Moth musick Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orlando Pedro Phebe Philostrate play Pompey Portia pray thee prince Puck Pyramus Quin Rosa Rosalind Salan Salar SCENE shalt Shylock signior sing soul speak swear sweet tell thank Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch troth true Venice word
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Page 17 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 45 - 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, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 14 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies 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'?
Page 88 - 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...
Page 21 - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Page 39 - 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' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's...
Page 22 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 12 - 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.
Page 31 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 105 - 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.