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Title: An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Lamb, Charles, 1775-1834 Lamb, Mary, 1764-1847 Seymour, Mary. (from old catalog) Gaskell, Charles Arthur, 1849- ed. (from old catalog) Gilbert, John, Sir, 1817-1897, illus
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Publisher: Chicago, U. S. publishing house
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ing on the ocean;There, where your argosies with portly sail.Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood.Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea. Do overpeer the petty traffickers. That curtsy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings.Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,The better part of my affections wouldBe with my hopes abroad. I should be stillPlucking the grass, to know where sits the wind.Peering in maps for ports and piers and roads;And every object that might make me fearMisfortune to my ventures, out of doubtWould make me sad. Salar, My wind cooling my broth Would blow me to an ague, when I thoughtWhat harm a wind too great at sea might do. 137 Act I. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. Scene I. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run. Which touching but my gentle vessels But I should think of shallows and of flats.And see my wealthy Andrew dockd insand, side,Would scatter all her spices on the stream.Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks,.
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Vailing her high-top lower than her ribsTo kiss her burial. Should I go to churchAnd see the holy edifice of stone.And not bethink me straight of danger-ous rocks. 128 And, in a word, but even now worth this,And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thoiightTo think on this, and shall I lack the thought Act I. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. Scene I. That such a thing bechanced would make me sad ?But tell not me; I know, AntonioIs sad to think upon his merchandise.Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my for-tune for it.My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.Nor to one place; nor is my whole estateUpon the fortune of this present year:Therefore my merchandise makes me notsad.Salar. Why, then you are in love.Ant. Fie, fie! Solar. Not in love neither ? Then letus say you are sad,Because you are not merry: and twere as easyFor you to laugh and leap and say you are merry.Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus,Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time:Some that will evermore peep through

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