A List of Kegan Paul, Trench and Co.'s Publications (1887) Part 18

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AN INDEX TO THE WORKS OF SHAKSPERE.

Applicable to all editions of Shakspere, and giving reference, by topics, to notable pa.s.sages and significant expressions; brief histories of the plays; geographical names and historic incidents; mention of all characters and sketches of important ones; together with explanations of allusions and obscure and obsolete words and phrases.

By EVANGELINE M. O'CONNOR.

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SHAKSPERE'S WORKS.

SPECIMEN OF TYPE.

4 _THE MERCHANT OF VENICE_ ACT 1

_Salar._ My wind, cooling my broth, Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea.

I should not see the sandy hour-gla.s.s run But I should think of shallows and of flats, And see my wealthy Andrew, dock'd in sand, Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought To think on this, and shall I lack the thought That such a thing bechanc'd would make me sad?

But tell not me: I know Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise.

_Ant._ Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year: Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad.

_Salar._ Why, then you are in love.

_Ant._ Fie, fie!

_Salar._ Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad, Because you are not merry; and 'twere as easy For you to laugh, and leap, and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Ja.n.u.s, Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper; And other of such vinegar aspect

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