"Gaberdine" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances: Still, I have borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me mis-believer, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help: Go to, then; you come to me, and you say, 'Shylock, we would have moneys:' you say so You that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn ...
— The Man Shakespeare • Frank Harris
... not my all!" wailed the pilgrim. But his worthless gaberdine was thrust into the ...
— Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. II (of 2) • Herman Melville
... that the water-carrier receiving the dinar, looked at the giver with disdain and said "Good luck to thee! Good luck to thee! Little folk are one thing and great folk another." Now when Mercury Ali heard this, he caught hold of the man's gaberdine and drawing on him a poignard of price, such an one as that whereof the poet speaketh in ...
— The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, Volume 7 • Richard F. Burton
... Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine;[412-12] there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the ...
— Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 8 • Charles H. Sylvester
... time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my monies, and my usances:[35] Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe: You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spet upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help: Go to, then; you come to me, and you say, 'Shylock, we would have monies;' You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, ...
— The Merchant of Venice [liberally edited by Charles Kean] • William Shakespeare
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