The Merchant of VeniceD.C. Heath, 1898 - 142 pages |
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The Merchant of Venice William Shakespeare,Rick Lee,Stephanie Burgin,RSA Shakespeare in Schools Project Limited preview - 1994 |
The Merchant of Venice William Shakespeare,Aidan Coleman,Abbie Thomas,Shane Barnes Limited preview - 2010 |
Common terms and phrases
Abbott Antonio appears Bass Bassanio Bellario Belmont Blank Verse bond caskets choose chooseth Christian Compare court D. C. HEATH daughter derived doth Duke English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. S. Boas fair father fear feeling flesh fool forfeit fortune Furness Gentlemen of Verona give gold Gratiano hath hear heart honour Jessica Jew's Julius Cæsar kind lady Laun Launcelot Gobbo live look Lord Bassanio Lorenzo Macbeth master means Merchant of Venice mercy metre Nerissa never night Padua passage Pecorone peize phrase play Portia Prince of Morocco prose reference rhyme rhythm Richard III ring Salan Salanio Salar SALARINO scene sense Shakespeare Shylock Signior soul speak spirit story swear sweet syllables tell thou thought three thousand ducats to-night Tripolis trochee Tubal Twelfth Night Variorum Edition verb wife word
Popular passages
Page 11 - 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...
Page 51 - Tarry a little; — there is something else. — This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; The words expressly are a pound of flesh; Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
Page 30 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? 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 1 if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 3 - 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?
Page 76 - O here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Page 34 - 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 70 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that...
Page 10 - 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 46 - You may as well go stand upon the beach, And bid the main flood bate his usual height; You may as well use question with the wolf, Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops, and to make no noise, When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven...
Page 9 - 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. 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!