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... Jess . I'm sorry thou wilt leave my Our house is hell , and thou , a merry devil , 23 Misconstru'd has the accent on the second syllable , and is spelt miscon- ster'd in the old copies . See page 34 , note 22 . 24 People used to keep ...
... Jess . I'm sorry thou wilt leave my Our house is hell , and thou , a merry devil , 23 Misconstru'd has the accent on the second syllable , and is spelt miscon- ster'd in the old copies . See page 34 , note 22 . 24 People used to keep ...
Sida 121
... Jess . Farewell , good Launcelot . Alack , what heinous sin is it in me To be asham'd to be my father's child ! But though I am a daughter to his blood , I am not to his manners . O Lorenzo , If thou keep promise , I shall end this ...
... Jess . Farewell , good Launcelot . Alack , what heinous sin is it in me To be asham'd to be my father's child ! But though I am a daughter to his blood , I am not to his manners . O Lorenzo , If thou keep promise , I shall end this ...
Sida 122
... Jess . Call you ? What is your will ? Shy . I am bid forth to supper , Jessica : 4 The prepositions of , with , and by , were often used indifferently . So , in Bacon's Advancement of Learning : " He is invested of a precedent dispo ...
... Jess . Call you ? What is your will ? Shy . I am bid forth to supper , Jessica : 4 The prepositions of , with , and by , were often used indifferently . So , in Bacon's Advancement of Learning : " He is invested of a precedent dispo ...
Sida 124
... Jess . His words were , Farewell , mistress ; nothing else . Shy . The patch is kind enough ; but a huge feeder , Snail - slow in profit , and he sleeps by day 8 More than the wild - cat . Drones hive not with me ; Therefore I part with ...
... Jess . His words were , Farewell , mistress ; nothing else . Shy . The patch is kind enough ; but a huge feeder , Snail - slow in profit , and he sleeps by day 8 More than the wild - cat . Drones hive not with me ; Therefore I part with ...
Sida 125
... Jess . Who are you ? Tell me for more certainty , Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue . Lor . Lorenzo , and thy love . Jess . Lorenzo , certain ; and my love indeed ; For whom love I so much ? And now who knows But you ...
... Jess . Who are you ? Tell me for more certainty , Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue . Lor . Lorenzo , and thy love . Jess . Lorenzo , certain ; and my love indeed ; For whom love I so much ? And now who knows But you ...
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Sida 99 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Sida 90 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Sida 109 - I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Sida 96 - Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Sida 112 - 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...
Sida 103 - 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.
Sida 141 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account.
Sida 157 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right, do a little wrong ; And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Sida 156 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, 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. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. SHY. My deeds upon my head! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Sida 95 - To draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book, and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much...