Shakespeare's Comedy of The Merchant of VeniceJ.M. Dent, 1895 - 130 oldal |
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Bass Bellario Belmont better bond casket choose chooseth Christian clerk daughter deserves devil Dido doctor doth Duke editions Enter Portia Exeunt Exit eyes fair Fair ladies father fear Folios read fool forfeit fortune gentle give gold Gratiano hast hath hear heart heaven honour husband Jacob's staff Jessica Jew's Jew's house judge justice lady Laun look Lord Bassanio Lorenzo madam Master Launcelot Medea Merchant of Venice mercy merry mind MIND OF LOVE mistress Nerissa never night oath Padua PEIZE play Portia's house pound of flesh pray thee prince Rialto ring room in Portia's Sabaoth Salan Salanio Salar Salarino Saler Salerio Scene second Quarto servants Shakespeare shalt Shylock sola soul speak swear sweet tell thing thou three thousand ducats to-night Tubal unto wife young YOUNKER
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94. oldal - 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.
21. oldal - 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...
94. oldal - And earthly power doth then show likest God's, 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 sa'me 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...
20. oldal - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me About my monies, and my usances: Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe: You call me — misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
4. oldal - 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...
107. oldal - 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 Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
58. oldal - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
95. oldal - 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.
1. oldal - 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 ; 5 And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
64. oldal - There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts : How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars ; Who, inward searcht, have livers white as milk ; And these assume but valour's excrement...