The Merchant of Venice - Results found: 84
Of Joy destroying the faculties of speech to show it
--You have bereft me of all words Only my blood speaks to you in my veins And there is such confusion in my powers As after some Oration fairely
spoke By a beloved Prince there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased Multitude Where every Something being blent together Turns to a Wild of Nothing save of Joy
express'd and not
express'd ___
By Bassanio,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1522-1530),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 18v
Of a Wifes believing her husbands friend
In Companions That do converse and waste the Time together Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love, There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments of manners and of spirit Which makes me think that this Antonio Being the bosom lover of my Lord Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so How little is the cost I have bestowed In purchasing the semblance of my Soul From out the state of Hellish
misery This comes too near the praising of myself; Therefore no more of it
By Portia,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN1738-1749),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19
Of Music
Soft Stillness and the Night
Become the touches of Sweet Harmony—
Do but note a wild and wanton herd Or race of youthful and unhandled Colts Fetching mad bounds bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot Condition of their blood If they but hear perchance a Trumpet sound Or any air of music touch their ears You shall perceive them make a mutual stand Their savage eyes turned to a Modest gaze By the sweet power of music ___
By Lorenzo,
in The Merchant of Venice (TLN2484-2492),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 19