Midsummer Night's Dream - Continued. Act v. Sc. 1. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST. Act ii. Sc. 1. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. Act v. Sc. 1. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. 2. They have measured many a mile, To tread a ineasure with you on this grass. MERCHANT OF VENICE. Act i. Sc. 1. Act i. Sc. 1. Act i. Sc. 1. I am Sir Oracle, Act i. Sc. 1. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them : and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. Act i. Sc. 3. Even there, where merchants most do congregate. Act i. Sc. 3. The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. Act i. Sc. 3. Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. Merchant of Venice - Continued. Act i. Sc. 3. Many a time, and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me. Act ii. Sc. 2. Act ii. Sc. 6. All things that are, Act ii. Sc. 7. All that glisters is not gold. Act iii. Sc. 1. I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? Act iii. Sc. 5. Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother. Act iv. Sc. 1. What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? Act iv. Sc. 1. Merchant of Venice - Continued. Act iv. Sc. 1. A Daniel come to judgment. Act iv. Sc. 1. Is it so nominated in the bond ? I cannot find it; 't is not in the bond. Act iv. Sc. 1. I have thee on the hip. Act iv. Sc. 1. Act v. Sc. 1. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Act v. Sc. 1. Act v. Sc. 1. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. Act v. Sc. 1.. ! How far that little candle throws his beams AS YOU LIKE IT. · Act i. Sc. 2. Well said : that was laid on with a trowel. Act i. Sc. 2. My pride fell with my fortunes. Act i. Sc. 3. Act i. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 1. Act ii. Sc. 1. Act ii. Sc. 1. “ Poor deer,” quoth he, “ thou mak’st a testament, As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.” Act ii. Sc. 3. And He that doth the ravens feed, |