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Merchant of Venice
[I, 1] |
Antonio |
116 |
Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear.
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2 |
Merchant of Venice
[I, 2] |
Portia |
316 |
If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good a
heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should
be glad of his approach: if he have the condition
of a saint and the complexion of a devil, I had
rather he should shrive me than wive me. Come,
Nerissa. Sirrah, go before.
Whiles we shut the gates
upon one wooer, another knocks at the door.
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3 |
Merchant of Venice
[II, 3] |
Jessica |
776 |
I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so:
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness.
But fare thee well, there is a ducat for thee:
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest:
Give him this letter; do it secretly;
And so farewell: I would not have my father
See me in talk with thee.
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4 |
Merchant of Venice
[II, 3] |
Jessica |
790 |
Farewell, good Launcelot.
[Exit Launcelot]
Alack, what heinous 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 thou keep promise, I shall end this strife,
Become a Christian and thy loving wife.
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5 |
Merchant of Venice
[II, 5] |
Jessica |
893 |
His words were 'Farewell mistress;' nothing else.
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6 |
Merchant of Venice
[II, 5] |
Jessica |
905 |
Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
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7 |
Merchant of Venice
[II, 7] |
Prince of Morocco |
1050 |
O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.
[Reads]
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Portia, adieu. I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part.
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8 |
Merchant of Venice
[III, 4] |
Portia |
1787 |
My people do already know my mind,
And will acknowledge you and Jessica
In place of Lord Bassanio and myself.
And so farewell, till we shall meet again.
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