Shakespeare's Comedy of The TempestHarper & brothers, 1884 - 155 Seiten |
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... better natures . The honoured Christian is as intolerant as the de- spised Jew . The one habitually pursues with injustice the subjected man that he has been taught to loathe ; the other , in the depths of his subtle obstinacy , seizes ...
... better natures . The honoured Christian is as intolerant as the de- spised Jew . The one habitually pursues with injustice the subjected man that he has been taught to loathe ; the other , in the depths of his subtle obstinacy , seizes ...
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... better and a wiser man than when he called him " dog : " I do oppose My patience to his fury , and am arm'd To suffer , with a quietness of spirit , The very tyranny and rage of his . Misfortune has corrected the influences which , in ...
... better and a wiser man than when he called him " dog : " I do oppose My patience to his fury , and am arm'd To suffer , with a quietness of spirit , The very tyranny and rage of his . Misfortune has corrected the influences which , in ...
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... better than examples of the mode in which the strong are accustomed to deal with the weak . There is still something discordant in this , the real catas- trophe of the drama . It could not be otherwise , and yet be true to nature . But ...
... better than examples of the mode in which the strong are accustomed to deal with the weak . There is still something discordant in this , the real catas- trophe of the drama . It could not be otherwise , and yet be true to nature . But ...
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... better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad . I should be still Plucking the grass , to know where sits the wind , Peering in maps for ports , and piers , and roads ; And every object that might make me fear Misfortune to ...
... better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad . I should be still Plucking the grass , to know where sits the wind , Peering in maps for ports , and piers , and roads ; And every object that might make me fear Misfortune to ...
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... better company . Salarino . I would have stay'd till I had made you merry , If worthier friends had not prevented me . Antonio . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you embrace the ...
... better company . Salarino . I would have stay'd till I had made you merry , If worthier friends had not prevented me . Antonio . Your worth is very dear in my regard . I take it , your own business calls on you , And you embrace the ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 116 - 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.
Seite 44 - 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?
Seite 117 - 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.
Seite 33 - 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.
Seite 105 - 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.
Seite 52 - 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.
Seite 107 - 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.
Seite 84 - 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.
Seite 32 - 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!
Seite 44 - 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...