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" And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish... "
The American Class-reader: Containing a Series of Lessons in Reading; with ... - Page 149
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The Merchant of Venice

William Shakespeare, Tony Farrell - Drama - 2003 - 141 pages
...means 125 make moan complain abridged reduced (spending) Why should a man whose blood is warm within Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster, Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice 85 By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio (I love thee, and 'tis my love that speaks) There are...
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The Merchant of Venice

William Shakespeare, Harold Bloom - Drama - 2006 - 167 pages
...is awake 9o proceed cautiously/abjectly 91 deadly disease of the liver 92 morose, irritable I love93 thee, and it is my love that speaks. There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle94 like a standing95 pond, And do a willful stillness96 entertain, With purpose to be drest97...
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Male Friendship in Shakespeare and his Contemporaries

Thomas MacFaul - Literary Criticism - 2007
...friendship (vi 279). Gratiano sees Antonio's melancholy as a pose, like Romeo's, except more politic: There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and...do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, (i . i. 88—92) This hints at a certain...
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An Actor's Edition of Shakespeare Revisited

James R. Hartman - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2007 - 516 pages
...whose blood is warm within Sit like his grandfather cut in stone? LORENZO: GRATIANO: ANTONIO: GRATIANO: Sleep when he wakes? And creep into the jaundice By...peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio (I love thee, and 'tis my love that speaks): There are a sort of men whose faces Do gather a covering on the surface...
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