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Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!

      — Romeo and Juliet, Act III Scene 2

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1

Merchant of Venice
[I, 1]

Bassanio

147

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
The self-same way with more advised watch,
To find the other forth, and by adventuring both
I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof,
Because what follows is pure innocence.
I owe you much, and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is lost; but if you please
To shoot another arrow that self way
Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt,
As I will watch the aim, or to find both
Or bring your latter hazard back again
And thankfully rest debtor for the first.

2

Merchant of Venice
[II, 5]

Jessica

905

Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
I have a father, you a daughter, lost.

3

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.

4

Merchant of Venice
[III, 1]

Salanio

1254

Ha! what sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath
lost a ship.

5

Merchant of Venice
[III, 2]

Salerio

1617

I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.

6

Merchant of Venice
[V, 1]

Bassanio

2642

[Aside] Why, I were best to cut my left hand off
And swear I lost the ring defending it.

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