The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Volume 3A drama is appended to each number of v. 1-2 |
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Page 193
The look of satanic malice and derision which in turning from Catesby he cast at
Buckingham , and the discriminating tones in which he uttered his last words to
him , were astonishingly great . Yielding to the impetuosity of his furious temper ...
The look of satanic malice and derision which in turning from Catesby he cast at
Buckingham , and the discriminating tones in which he uttered his last words to
him , were astonishingly great . Yielding to the impetuosity of his furious temper ...
Page 297
Shakspeare is made to say , “ How now , Hecate , you look angrily . " Nonsense
exclaims my uncle Shadow in his marginal comment , it should be rendered "
How now he - cat , you look angrily . " This emendation he thought warranted by
a ...
Shakspeare is made to say , “ How now , Hecate , you look angrily . " Nonsense
exclaims my uncle Shadow in his marginal comment , it should be rendered "
How now he - cat , you look angrily . " This emendation he thought warranted by
a ...
Page 311
By this cimiter , That slew the Sophy , and a Persian prince , That won three fields
of sultan Solyman ,I would outstare the sternest eyes that look , Outbrave the
heart most daring on the earth , Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she - bear
...
By this cimiter , That slew the Sophy , and a Persian prince , That won three fields
of sultan Solyman ,I would outstare the sternest eyes that look , Outbrave the
heart most daring on the earth , Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she - bear
...
Page 317
Look on beauty , And you shall see ' tis purchas'd by the weight ; And therein
works a miracle in nature , Making them lightest that wear most of it : So are those
crisped , snaky , golden locks , Which make such wanton zambols in the wind ...
Look on beauty , And you shall see ' tis purchas'd by the weight ; And therein
works a miracle in nature , Making them lightest that wear most of it : So are those
crisped , snaky , golden locks , Which make such wanton zambols in the wind ...
Page 320
Shylock replies , “ There I have another bad match : a bankrupt prodigal , who
scarce dare show his head on the Rialto : a beggar that used to come so snug
upon the mart - let him look to his bond . He was wont to call me usurer - let him
look ...
Shylock replies , “ There I have another bad match : a bankrupt prodigal , who
scarce dare show his head on the Rialto : a beggar that used to come so snug
upon the mart - let him look to his bond . He was wont to call me usurer - let him
look ...
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Page 258 - 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 258 - 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.
Page 391 - Let it be so ; thy truth then be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be...
Page 258 - 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.
Page 39 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 316 - So may the outward shows be least themselves : The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil?
Page 321 - He hath disgraced me and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies! and what's his reason? I am a Jew ! Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Page 390 - Lear. To thee and thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom ; No less in space, validity, and pleasure Than that conferr'd on Goneril.
Page 385 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Page 258 - 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. Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him!