Merchant of VeniceGinn brothers, 1872 - 172 Seiten |
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... GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? Leon . Yonder , sir , he walks . 16 Recommended thee ; often so used . [ Exit . 17 " He that hath the grace of God hath enough , " or something such , appears to have been " the old proverb " in ...
... GRATIANO . Gra . Where is your master ? Leon . Yonder , sir , he walks . 16 Recommended thee ; often so used . [ Exit . 17 " He that hath the grace of God hath enough , " or something such , appears to have been " the old proverb " in ...
Seite 120
... Gratiano : Thou art too wild , too rude , and bold of voice ; Parts that become thee happily enough , And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why , there they show Something too liberal . Pray thee ...
... Gratiano : Thou art too wild , too rude , and bold of voice ; Parts that become thee happily enough , And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known , why , there they show Something too liberal . Pray thee ...
Seite 121
... GRATIANO , LORENZO , SALARINO , and SOLANIO . Lor . Nay , we will slink away in supper - time , Disguise us at my lodging , and return All in an hour . Gra . We have not made good preparation . Sal . We have not spoke us yet of torch ...
... GRATIANO , LORENZO , SALARINO , and SOLANIO . Lor . Nay , we will slink away in supper - time , Disguise us at my lodging , and return All in an hour . Gra . We have not made good preparation . Sal . We have not spoke us yet of torch ...
Seite 122
... Gratiano At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence . Sal . ' Tis good we do so . [ Exeunt SALAR . and SOLAN . Gra . Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor . I must needs tell thee all : She hath directed How I shall take her from her ...
... Gratiano At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence . Sal . ' Tis good we do so . [ Exeunt SALAR . and SOLAN . Gra . Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor . I must needs tell thee all : She hath directed How I shall take her from her ...
Seite 124
... GRATIANO and SALARINO , masked . Gra . This is the pent - house under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand . Sal . His hour is almost past . Gra . And it is marvel he out - dwells his hour , For lovers ever run before the clock . 9 ...
... GRATIANO and SALARINO , masked . Gra . This is the pent - house under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand . Sal . His hour is almost past . Gra . And it is marvel he out - dwells his hour , For lovers ever run before the clock . 9 ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Bass Bellario Belmont Ben Jonson better bond casket Chiromancy choose chooseth Christian daughter Devil dost doth Duke Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady father fear flesh folio fool forfeit fortune Francis Meres gentle give gold grace Gratiano hath hear heart Heaven honour husband Jess Jessica Jew's judge judgment Julius Cæsar justice King Lear lady Laun look Lord Bassanio Lorenzo Madam married means Merchant of Venice mercy merry mind MUSIC READER Nerissa never night oath old copies peize play Poet Poet's Portia PORTIA'S House pray thee Prince printed quarto Rialto Richard Burbage Richard III ring Room in PORTIA'S SALARINO scene sense Servant Shakespeare shalt Shylock sola Solanio soul speak Stratford swear sweet tell thing three thousand ducats Tubal Twelfth Night unto wife Winter's Tale word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...