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When Jean Valjean, the greatest hero of Victor Hugo's writings, after a life of suffering and brave endurance, goes into incarceration and death, they clap the book shut and say, "Good for him!" They stamp their feet with indignation and say just the opposite of "Save the working-classes." They have all their sympathies with Shylock, and not with Antonio and Portia.
"They said I'd been swiping bananas up in Gambler's alley, and that wasn't true." "Well, how in the name of all the seven wonders of the world did you get into the Hudson Bay country?" demanded George. "Old Finklebaum," answered Thede. "Old Finklebaum?" repeated George. "Do you mean the old Shylock who does business under the three balls down on State street?
The character of Shylock burst upon me, even as Shakspeare had conceived it. I revelled in the terrible excitement that it gave rise to; page after page was stereotyped upon a most retentive memory without an effort, and during a sleepless night I feasted on the pernicious sweets thus hoarded in my brain.
She was playing the part of Shylock, and her long beard and gray wig disguised her almost beyond recognition. "Do you think I need some more lines on my face?" she asked Miss Crosby, who was acting as stage manager. "No, Betty dear, I don't; I think you're quite ugly enough," Miss Crosby answered her. "Are you ready, Polly?"
The great bed shook as the monumental money-lender suppressed a chuckle. Then he turned over, and his stertorous inhalations soon suggested that the great man slept. Shylock, the Jew, determined on having his pound of flesh. But a woman outwitted him. It was almost dark when Jacky returned to the ranch.
They were talking play too, of course, it was in the air this morning, and they welcomed Ted joyously and deferred to her opinion as that of an expert. "Who'll be Shylock, Teddie?" demanded Bob Parker. "That's the only thing I'm curious about." "Jean," returned Ted calmly, "or at least the committee think so. I can tell by the way Barbara looks at her." "Beastly shame," muttered Bob.
"Sometimes the events themselves are but shadows," she replied, dryly. "Now that is severe upon the beaux. How about the belles?" he asked, quickly. "I have nothing to say against my own sex, sir." "That is not fair. Of course I can say nothing adverse." "If you should say what you think, I fear we should be little inclined to cry with Shylock, 'A Daniel come to judgment!"
I am convinced that it would be difficult to interpret Shylock or Mephistopheles better than he. He is most skilful in putting his productions on the stage; and in addition to his intelligence he does not lack the power to communicate his counsels or his teachings.
Now as it was utterly impossible for Shylock to cut off the pound of flesh without shedding some of Anthonio's blood, this wise discovery of Portia's, that it was flesh and not blood that was named in the bond, saved the life of Anthonio; and all admiring the wonderful sagacity of the young counsellor, who had so happily thought of this expedient, plaudits resounded from every part of the senate-house; and Gratiano exclaimed, in the words which Shylock had used, "O wise and upright judge! mark, Jew, a Daniel is come to judgment!"
Imagination impeded Henry Irving in what are known as "strong" scenes. He was a perfect Hamlet, a perfect Richard III., a perfect Shylock, except in the scene with Tubal, where I think his voice failed him. He was an imperfect Romeo; yet, as I have said, he did things in the part which were equal to the best of his perfect Hamlet. His whole attitude before he met Juliet was beautiful.
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