Shakespeare Quotes
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juliaacker on December 8, 2009
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quotes from "The Merchant of Venice"
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Terms | Definitions |
|---|---|
 In sooth | I know not why I am so sad |
| Your mind | is tossing on the ocean |
| My ventures | are not in one bottom trusted |
| I hold the world | but as the world, Gratiano - A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one |
| There area | sort of man whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pound |
| But fish | not with this melancholy bait |
| Gratiano | speaks an infinite deal of nothing |
| To you Antonio | I owe the most in money and in love |
| My purse, | my person, my extremest means Lie all unlocked to your occasions |
| In my schooldays, | when I had lost one shaft AI shot his fellow of the selfsame flight |
| In Belmont | is a lady richly left; And she is fair and, fairer than that word |
| By my troth, | Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world |
| If to do | as easy were as to know what good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces |
| How like | a fawning publican he looks |
| I hate | him for he is a Christian |
| Cursed be | my tribe If I forgive him |
| Mark you this | Bassanio, The devil can cite scripture for his purpose |
| O what a goodly | outside falshood hath! |
| You shall not | seal to such a boung for me! I'll rather dwell I my necessity |
| The Hebrew | will turn Christian; he grows kind. I like not fair terms and a villian;s mind |
| Thou art too | wild, too rude, and bold of voice- |
| Our house | is hell, and thou a merry devil Didst rob it some taste of tediousness |
| Alack, | what heinour sin is it in me To be ashamed to be my father's child! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners, O Lorenzo, If though keep promise, I shall end this strife, Become a Christian and thy loving wife! |
| I know the hand. | In faith, 'tis a fair hand, And whiter than the paper it writ on Is the fair hand that writ |
| Farewell; | and is my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter lost |
| Cupid | himself will blush to see me thus transformed to a boy |
| All that | glisters is not gold |
| Then farewell | heat, and welcome frost! |
| With fool's head | I came to woo, But I got away with two |
| Thus hath | the candle singed the moth |
| To bait | fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge |
| Let me choose, | For as I am, I live upon the rack |
| If you do | love me, you will find me out |
| How many cowards | whose hearts are as false As stairs of sand |
| Thou gaudy gold, | hard food for Midas, I will none of thee |
| Myself, | and what is mine, to you and yours Is now converted |
| I give them | with this ring, Which when you part from, lose, or give away, Let it presage the ruin of your love |
| Madam, | you have bereft me of all words |
| But when this ring | parts form this finger, the parts life from hence! |
| You saw the | mistress, I beheld the maid |
| We are the | Jasons, we have won the fleece |
| Here a few | of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! |
| For never | shall you lie by Portia's side With an unquiet soul |
| But since I am | a dog, beware of my fangs! |
| I never | did repent for doing good |
| Wilt thou show | the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? |
| I am sorry for thee. | Though art come to answer A stony adversary |
| What, wouldst thou have | a serpent sting thee twice? |
| How shalt though | hope for mercy, rend' ring none? |
| Not on thy sole, | but on thy soul, harsh Jew |
| Can no | prayers pierce thee? |
| Thou but offend'st | thy lungs to speak so loud |
| For I never knew | so young a body with so old a head |
| Then must | the Jew be merciful |
| The quality of | mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gently rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice the blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. |
| I pardon thee | thy life before thou ask it |
| He is | well paid that is well satisfied |
| How far that | little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world |
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