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The Merchant of Venice

The Merchant of Venice is a renowned tragedy that centers on the complex relationship between the merchant Antonio and the Jewish moneylender Shylock. The play delves into issues of mercy, justice, and the nature of friendship, while also addressing the prejudices of the time. more

Author

William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 - April 23, 1616) was one of the greatest poets of the English Renaissance, renowned for his dramatic works. His plays spanned a variety of genres, including tragedy, comedy, and history, and have had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

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“वह लड़का एक सादा पाठ था। उसमें बूंद भर भी चटक अक्षर नहीं थे। दबे और पुराने किस्म के वर्ण थे वहाँ। 'उखड़ चुके और ताजा उगे' के बीच की छपाई थी उधर। वह ऐसा सरल भी न था कि तुकबंदी की शक्ल में उसे याद किया जा सके। कठिन तो बिल्कुल भी नहीं कि किसी मायने पर आकर ठिठका जाए। उसे उलट कर पढ़ें या कि सुलट कर, अक्षरों का हिसाब एक बराबर ठीक ही बैठता था। उस पर मोड़ थे पर निशान ऐसे नहीं कि कोई अपनी हथेली की किसी रेखा का जुड़वा मान बैठे उन लकीरों को। वह तरख भी हो सकता था पर ऐसा नहीं कि उस पर कोई स्मृति छोड़ देने को किसी का मन ही ललक जाए। कभी-कभी वह नष्ट हुआ सा भी दिखता था। कभी इतना तुरंत जन्मा सा कि उसे डर लगता था कि कहीं कच्ची स्याही ही न लेपा जाए उससे।”

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