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Fa, ther , come ; I ' ll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye . ... 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 ...
Fa, ther , come ; I ' ll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye . ... 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 ...
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Move these eyes ? Or whether , riding on the balls of mine , Seem they in motion
? Here are sever ' d lips , Parted with sugar - breath ; so sweet a bar Should
sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and
bath ...
Move these eyes ? Or whether , riding on the balls of mine , Seem they in motion
? Here are sever ' d lips , Parted with sugar - breath ; so sweet a bar Should
sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and
bath ...
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Portia , forgive me this enforced wrong ; And , in the hearing of these many
friends , I swear to thee , even by thine own fair eyes , Wherein I see myself , Por .
Mark you but that ! In both my eyes he doubly sees himself : • In each eye , one ...
Portia , forgive me this enforced wrong ; And , in the hearing of these many
friends , I swear to thee , even by thine own fair eyes , Wherein I see myself , Por .
Mark you but that ! In both my eyes he doubly sees himself : • In each eye , one ...
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... story , that is printed in her blood ?Do not live , Hero ; do not ope thine eyes :
For did I think thou would ' st not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger
than thy shames , Myself would , on the rearward of reproaches , Strike at thy life .
... story , that is printed in her blood ?Do not live , Hero ; do not ope thine eyes :
For did I think thou would ' st not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger
than thy shames , Myself would , on the rearward of reproaches , Strike at thy life .
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... delicate , and full of life , Into the eye and prospect of his soul , Than when she
liv ' d indeed : — then shall he mourn , . ... best befits her wounded reputation ) In
some reclusive and religious life , Out of all eyes , tongues , minds , and injuries ...
... delicate , and full of life , Into the eye and prospect of his soul , Than when she
liv ' d indeed : — then shall he mourn , . ... best befits her wounded reputation ) In
some reclusive and religious life , Out of all eyes , tongues , minds , and injuries ...
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Page 20 - 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 monies...
Page 91 - 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 of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 177 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 132 - They say, miracles are past; and we -have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things, supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Page 55 - Bass. 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 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 - 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 89 - 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 84 - Ant. So please my lord the Duke, and . all the Court, To quit the fine for one half of his goods, I am content, so he will let me have The other half in use, to render it, Upon his death, unto the gentleman...
Page 92 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 50 - 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 ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 7 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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