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answer Antonio arrived Balthasar bear Belmont bring Christian comes courtyard cousin damned dance daughter dear Doctor Bellario door Duke enters Exit face faith False father flesh followed friends gate give Gobbo goes gone Gratiano guests hand hear heard heart honour hope hour husband I'll Jessica keep kind lady lawyer leads leave light listen live look lord Bassanio lord Lorenzo madam master mean meet memory Messenger mind mistress Nerissa never night once opens outer perhaps play poor Portia pound pray race remember returns scene seen servants Shylock singing speak stay Stephano steps story talk tell thank There's thing thought to-night told turns Venice wait what's wife window wish woman women Young Lorenzo
Page 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.
Page 21 - ... men. I know that outward things pass and have no duration. There is nothing left but the goodness which a man performs. And so, I take my son and my daughter and their children back to Venice, because their going may take some harm away from you. (STEPHANO is heard, at a distance, singing the song) : Come, master youth, count up your charity, If that your love be not all you desire. Have you not heard that perfection's a rarity ? Wedding, like wooing, 'sa flickering fire. Then droop not, Then...
Page 92 - I'm condemned, because I am a Jew, to be a usurer and spend my mind on little furtive schemes for making money. PORTIA. You have no roots. Your race is shallow in its growth. SHYLOCK. Yet we are old. PORTIA. All mankind is old. It's only governments are new. You were a nomad race in Israel, shifting like your own sand ; and you're still a nomad race, rootless, unstable, blown by self-interest round the world, with no place that's your own. There is no hope for Jews, Shylock, till they have learned...
Page 92 - ... proud and narrow race, and our pride and narrow minds have ruined us. I have the power to govern men. Here in my breast I feel the power to govern men. My heart stirs when I think of generous government and of kindly races striving each with each for greater love and beauty and finer men and women. But I'm condemned, because I am a Jew, to be a usurer and spend my mind on little furtive schemes for making money.
Page 92 - Yet all men are not damned as Jews are damned ! When I was left in Venice, after Jessica had fled and all my goods and lands were taken from me, I sat in my hungry house and thought of this many times, but never found an answer to my questions, till I learned that we're despised by you because you are despised by us. We are a proud and narrow race, and our pride and narrow minds have ruined us. I have the power to govern men. Here hi my breast I feel the power to govern men.
Page 92 - Revenge ! When I sought Antonio's life I was a bitter-minded man, and cherished hatred in my heart. Sometimes still I am full of anger when I hear my race derided. What have we Jews done that we should be loathed and mocked by all mankind.
Page 40 - She is very beautiful, but is still the mean little sweep she was when she ran away with LORENZO. Her beauty is slightly marred by lines of discontent about her eyes and mouth, and she is more obviously sensual than she was ten years ago.
Page 36 - Jessica—he has exhausted both the money and the patience of Portia, who calls in Bellario to negotiate a much-needed loan. This is advanced, of course, by Shylock, no longer a damned Jew but " a damned Christian ... by compulsion, sir ! " I was converted, you'll remember, in the Court at Venice. Antonio here was my godfather. ANTONIO. I ? Godfathered you ! SHYLOCK. You did ! You did, my dear Antonio, and rendered me great service in doing it, for all my legal disabilities were removed when you...
Page 75 - I'll love you as long as I can. No one can promise more. An active gentleman that has his health and strength, when there are no wars, must have variety of love.
Page 30 - He must be a man of small resources. [Threading her needle.] It is so easy to mock. END OF THE FIRST ACT. THE SECOND ACT. The scene is the same as that of the previous act. Through the windows some mastheads and flapping sails are seen in the distance. The light is that of late afternoon. AGNES, very plainly dressed, is sitting at the table, industriously copying from a manuscript. After a moment or two, ANTONIO and NELLA enter the room, carrying a dressmaker's...