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Antonio Athens Bass Bassanio Belmont blood bond Bottom called casket chooseth Christian Collier's second folio dear Demetrius doth ducats Duke Dyce Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear flesh fortune gentle give Gobbo grace Gratiano hate hath hear heart Heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Jessica King Lear lady Laun Launcelot Lettsom lion look lord Lorenzo lovers Lysander master means merry mind Moon Nerissa never night o'er oath Oberon old copies old copies read old text Peter Quince Philostrate phrase play Poet Poet's Portia pray thee Puck Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe quartos Queen Quin ring Robin Goodfellow Salar Salarino Scene sense Shakespeare shalt Shylock Signior sing sleep Solan Solanio soul speak swear sweet tell Theseus thing Thisbe Three thousand ducats Tita Titania true unto Venice word
Page 132 - 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...
Page 129 - 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.
Page 119 - 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.
Page 198 - 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.
Page 30 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
Page 212 - 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 122 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes
Page 209 - The moon shines bright : in such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees And they did make no noise, in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 171 - 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.