Shakespeare's comedy of the Merchant of Venice (1914) (14761907511)

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Title: Shakespeare's comedy of the Merchant of Venice
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Linton James Dromgole, 1840-1916, ill Hazen, Frank, binding designer Hodder and Stoughton, publisher
Subjects: Shylock (Fictitious character) Jews Moneylenders
Publisher: New York, London : Hodder & Stoughton
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive



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iage : therefore be advised.MoR. Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my chance.PoR. First, forward to the temple : after dinner Your hazard shall be made.MoR. Good fortune then . To make me blest or cursedst among men. \Cornets, and exennt. 33 (act II. SCENE IIVenice. A street.Enter Launcelot. Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me torun from this Jew my master. The fiend is atmine elbow and tempts me, saying to me Gobbo,Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or goodGobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs,take the start, run away. My conscience says No; take heed, honest Launcelot; take heed,honest Gobbo, or, as aforesaid, honest LauncelotGobbo ; do not run ; scorn running with thyheels. Well, the most courageous fiend bidsme pack : Via ! says the fiend ; away ! saysthe fiend ; for the heavens, rouse up a bravemind, says the fiend, and run. Well, myconscience, hanging about the neck of my heart,says very wisely to me My honest friendLauncelot, being an honest mans son, or rather 34
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I Portia. sc. II.) MERCHANT OF VENICE an honest womans son ; for indeed my fatherdid something smack, something grow to, hehad a kind of taste; well, my conscience says Launcelot, budge not. Budge, says the fiend. Budge not, says my conscience. Conscience,say I, you counsel well; Fiend, say I, youcounsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, Ishould stay with the Jew my master, who, Godbless the mark, is a kind of devil ; and, to runaway from the Jew, I should be ruled by thefiend, who, saving your reverence, is the devilhimself. Certainly the Jew is the very devilincarnal; and, in my conscience, my conscienceis but a kind of hard conscience, to offer tocounsel me to stay with the Jew. The fiendgives the more friendly counsel: I will run,fiend ; my heels are at your command; I willrun. Enter Old Gob bo, with a basket. Gob. Master young man, you, I pray you, whichis the way to master Jews ? Laun. \Aside\ O heavens, this is my true-begottenfather! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gra