Shakespeare's Comedy of The TempestHarper & brothers, 1884 - 155 Seiten |
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... hope , and joy ; and her wit has not a particle of malevolence or causticity . The sudden plan which she forms for the release of her husband's friend , her disguise , and her deportment as the young and learned doctor , would appear ...
... hope , and joy ; and her wit has not a particle of malevolence or causticity . The sudden plan which she forms for the release of her husband's friend , her disguise , and her deportment as the young and learned doctor , would appear ...
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... hope , or to believe that humanity is absolutely extinct in the bosom of the Jew , that she calls on Antonio , as a last re- source , to speak for himself . His gentle , yet manly resigna- tion , the deep pathos of his farewell , and ...
... hope , or to believe that humanity is absolutely extinct in the bosom of the Jew , that she calls on Antonio , as a last re- source , to speak for himself . His gentle , yet manly resigna- tion , the deep pathos of his farewell , and ...
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... hope is stronger than her fear . . . . Her subsequent surrender of herself in heart and soul , of her maiden freedom , and her vast possessions , can never be read without deep emotions ; for not only all the tenderness and delicacy of ...
... hope is stronger than her fear . . . . Her subsequent surrender of herself in heart and soul , of her maiden freedom , and her vast possessions , can never be read without deep emotions ; for not only all the tenderness and delicacy of ...
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... hope and fear in the different persons , and the completeness and suddenness of the catastrophe , cannot be surpassed . Shylock , who is his own counsel , defends himself well , and is triumphant on all the general topics that are urged ...
... hope and fear in the different persons , and the completeness and suddenness of the catastrophe , cannot be surpassed . Shylock , who is his own counsel , defends himself well , and is triumphant on all the general topics that are urged ...
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... hope I shall make shift to go without him . Nerissa . If he should offer to choose , and choose the right casket , you should refuse to perform your father's will , if you should refuse to accept him . 81 Portia . Therefore , for fear ...
... hope I shall make shift to go without him . Nerissa . If he should offer to choose , and choose the right casket , you should refuse to perform your father's will , if you should refuse to accept him . 81 Portia . Therefore , for fear ...
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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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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...