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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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im cut offNearest the merchants heart:—Be merci-ful;Take thrice thy money; bid me tear thebond.Shy. When it is paid according to thetenor.—It doth appear, you are a worthy judge;You know the law, your expositionHath been most sound: I charge you by the law.Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar,Proceed to judgment: by my soul I swear.There is no power in the tongue of manTo alter me: I staj^ here on my bond.Ant. Most heartily I do beseech thecourtTo give the judgment. Por. Why then, thus it is. You must prepare your bosom for hisknife:Shy. 0 noble judge! 0 excellent young man!Por. For the intent and purpose of thelawHath full relation to the penalty,Which here appeareth due upon the bond.Shy. Tis very true: 0 wise and up-right judge!How much more elder art thou than thylooks!Por. Therefore lay bare your bosom.Shy. Ay, his breast: So says the bond;—Doth it not, noble judge?—Nearest his heart, those are the very words.Por. It is so. Are there balance here,to weighThe flesh. IGO
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Act IV. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. Scene I. Shy. I have tliem ready. For. Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge,To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death.Slit/. Is it so nominated in the bond?Por. It is not so expressd: But what of that?Twere good you do so much for charity.Shy. I cannot find it; tis iwt in the bond.Po7\ Come, merchant, have you any-thing to say?Aiit. But little5 I am armd, and well prepared.—Give me your hand, Bassanio; fare you well!Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you;For herein fortune shows herself more kindThan is her custom: it is still her use,To let the wretched man out-live his wealthTo view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow.An age of poverty; from which lingering penanceOf such a misery doth she cut me off.Commend me to your honorable wife:Tell her the process of Antonios end,Say, how I lovd you, speak me fair in death;And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge,Whether Bassanio had not once a love.Repent not you that you shall lose your

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