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... daughter , lost . [ Exit . SCENE VI . The same . Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO , masqued . Gra . This is the pent - house , under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand . Salar . His hour is almost past . Gra . And it is marvel he out ...
... daughter , lost . [ Exit . SCENE VI . The same . Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO , masqued . Gra . This is the pent - house , under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand . Salar . His hour is almost past . Gra . And it is marvel he out ...
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... daughter ! -O my ducats ! —O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian ? -O my christian ducats ! Justice ! the law ! my ducats , and my daughter ! A sealed bag , two sealed bags of ducats , Of double ducats , stol'n from me by my daughter ...
... daughter ! -O my ducats ! —O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian ? -O my christian ducats ! Justice ! the law ! my ducats , and my daughter ! A sealed bag , two sealed bags of ducats , Of double ducats , stol'n from me by my daughter ...
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... daughter's flight . Salar . That's certain ; I , for my part , knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal . Salan . And Shylock , for his own part , knew the bird was fledg'd and then it is the complexion of them all to leave ...
... daughter's flight . Salar . That's certain ; I , for my part , knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal . Salan . And Shylock , for his own part , knew the bird was fledg'd and then it is the complexion of them all to leave ...
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... daughter ? Tub . I often came where I did hear of her , but can- not find her . Shy . Why there , there , there , there ! a diamond gone , cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! The curse never fell upon our nation till now ; I ...
... daughter ? Tub . I often came where I did hear of her , but can- not find her . Shy . Why there , there , there , there ! a diamond gone , cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! The curse never fell upon our nation till now ; I ...
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... daughter were dead at my foot , and the jewels in her ear ! ' would she were hears'd at my foot , with the ducats in her coffin ! No news of them ? -Why , so : -and I know not what's spent in the search : Why , thou loss upon loss ! the ...
... daughter were dead at my foot , and the jewels in her ear ! ' would she were hears'd at my foot , with the ducats in her coffin ! No news of them ? -Why , so : -and I know not what's spent in the search : Why , thou loss upon loss ! the ...
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Page 69 - 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.
Page 70 - 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 7 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Page 33 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 18 - 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.
Page 22 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 34 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 45 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Page 20 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated* me About my moneys 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. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Page 23 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.