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A Villain's fair Offers suspicious. Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. My sober house. An Apology for a black Completion.
Shylock's Description of his Servant. Mislike me not for my complexion,
Shyl. The patch is kind enough; but a huge The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,
feeder, To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day Bring me the fairest creature northern born,
More than the wild cat. Drones hive not with Where Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, And let us make incision for your love,
Therefore I part with him: and part with him To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. To one, that I would have him help to waste I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
His borrow'd purse. Hath feard the valiant; by my love, I swear
Fruition more languid thun Expectation. The best regarded virgins of our clime
0, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue, To seal love's bonds new made, than they are Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle To kcep obliged faith unforfeited. [wont
-Who riseth from a feast queen.
With that keen appetite that he sits down? Merit no Match for the Caprice of Fortune.
Where is the horse that doth untread again -Lead me to the caskets,
His tedious measures with the unbated fire To try my fortune. By this scymitar,
That he did pace them first? All things that are, Thai slew the sophy, and a Persian prince,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d. That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,- How like a younker, or a prodigal, I would o'erstare the sternest eyes that look,
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she- How like a prodigal doth she return; bear,
With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! To win thee, lady: But, alas the while ! If Hercules and Lychas play at dice,
Portia's Suitors. Which is the better man? the greater throw
From the four corners of the earth they come May turn by fortune from the weaker hand: To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. So is Alcides beaten by his page ;
Th' Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Of wide Arabia, are as thoroughfares Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
Now, for princes to come view fair Portia. And die with grieving.
The wat’ry kingdom, whose ambitious head Gravity assumed.
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits; but they come, Bass. But hear thee, Gratiano;
As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
The Parling of Friends.
I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: But where thou art not known, why there Bassanio told him, he would make some speed they show,
Of his return; he answer'd, “Do not so; Something too liberal; pray thee take pain
Slubber not business for my sake, Bassavio, To allay with some cold drops of modesty
But stay the very riping of the time : Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild Aud for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me, behaviour,
Let it not enter in your mind of love. I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
Be merry; and employ your chiefest thoughts And lose my hopes.
To courtship, and such fair ostents of love Gra ---Signior Bassanio, hear me :
As shall conveniently become you there." If I do not put on a sober habit,
And even there his eye being big with tears, Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, Turning his face, he put his hand behind him, Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look de And with affection wondrous sensible inurely;
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted. Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes False Judgement of the Many. Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say Amen;
Fortune now, Use all the observance of civility,
To my heart's hope !--Gold, silver, and base Like one well studied in a sad ostent,
[he hath." To please' his grandam-never trust me more. “ Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all The Jew's Commands to his Daughter. You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
Hear you me, Jessica : [drum, What says the golden chest? ha ! let me see: Lock up my doors; and when you hear the Who chooseth me, shall gain what many And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, men desire."
[meant Clamber you not up to the casemen 1: then, What many men desire !—That many may be Nor thrust your head into the public-street, Of the fool multitude, that choose by show, To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces: Not learning more than the fond eye doth But stop my house's ears : -I mean my case
(martlet) ments :
Which pries not to the interior, but, like the Builds in the weather on the outward wall, The Deceit of Ornament or Appearances. Even in the force and road of casualty.
So may the outward shows be least themI will not choose what many inen desire,
selves. Because I will not jump with common spirits, The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, Ilonour ought to be conferred on Merit only. But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Why then to thee, thou silver treasure- Obscures the show of evil?"In religion, 'house;
What damned error, but some sober brow Tell me once more what title thou dost bear:
Will bless it, and approve it with a text, “Who chooserh nie, shall get as much as he Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? deserves."
There is no vice so simple, but assumes And well said too; for who shall go about Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. To cozen fortune and be honorable [sume How many cowards, whose hearts are all as Without the stamp of merit? Let none pre
false To wear an undeserved dignity.
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins O, thai estates, degrees, and offices [honor The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars; Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear Who, inward search'd, have livers white as Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
milk! How many then should cover, that stand bare! And these assume but valor's excrement, How many be commanded, that command ! To render them redoubled. Look on beauty, How much low peasantry would then be And you shall see 'tis purchas'd by the weight, glean'd
(honor Which therein works a miracle in nature, From the true seed of honor! and how much Making them lightest that wear most of it. Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times So are those crisped, snaky, golden locks, To be new-varnish'd !
Which make such wanton gambols with the Love's Messenger compared to an April Day. To be the dowry of a second head,
Upon supposed fairness, often known [wind I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love;
The scull that bred them in the sepulchre. A day in April never came so sweet,
Thus ornament is but the gilded shore To show how costly summer was at hand,
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.
Veiling an Indian beauty ; in a word, · [on Music.
The seeming truth which cunning times put Let music sound, while he doth make his T entrap the wisest--Therefore, ihou gaudy choice!
gold, Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee : Fading in music.—That the comparison
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common May stand more proper, my eye shall be the
[lead, 'Tween man and man: but thou, thou stream
Which rather threat'nest than dost promise And wat’ry death-bed for him: he may win; And what is niusic then? Then music is,
aught, Even as the flourish, when true subjects bow
Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence, To a new-crowned monarch; such it is
And here choose I ; joy be the consequence. As are those dulcet sounds in break of day,
Joy on Success.
As doubtful thoughts, and rash embrac'd de-
spair, With no less presence, but with much more And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy! love,
() love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy :
What find I here?
Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi.god
Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes?
Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Tell me, where is fancy bred;
Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips Or in the heart, or in the head?
Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar Chairs How begot, how nourished ?
Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her
The painter plays the spider; and hath woven II.
A golden mesh t' intrap the hearts of men, It is engender'd in the eyes;
Faster than gnats in cobwebs: but her
eyes, With gazing fed: and fancy dies How could he see to do them ? Having made In the cradle where it lies :
[his, Let us all ring fancy's knell: Methinks it should have power to steal both I'll begin it, -Ding dong, bello And leave itself unfurnished.
Successful Lover compared to a Conqueror. How true a gentleman you send relief,
Like one of iwo conieuding for a prize, How dear a lover of my lord your husband, That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, I know you would be prouder of the work Hearing applause and universal shout, Then cusiomary bounty can enforce you. Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt
Por. I never did repent for doing good, Whether those peals of praise be his or no;
Nor shall not now: for in companions So, thrice fair lady, stand I even so.
That do converse and waste the time together, An umiulle Bride.
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love, Portia.—Though for myself alone There must be needs a like proportion I would not be ambitious, in my wish, Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit; To wish myself much better : yet for you Which makes me think that this Antonio, I would be trebled twenty times myself; Being the bosom lover of my lord, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand Must needs be like my lord; if it be so, uimes more rich;
How little is the cost I have bestow'd That only to stand high in your account, Io purchasing the semblance of my soul I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, From out the state of hellish cruelig! Exceed account: but the full sum of me This comes too near the praising of myself: Is sum of nothing; which, to term in gross,
Therefore no more of it. Is an unlesson'd girl, unschoold, unpractis'd :
A pert, bragging Youth. Happy in this: she is not yet so old
I'll hold thee any wager, But she may learn; happier than this, in that when we are both accoutred like young men, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; I'll the prettier fellow of the two, Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit And wear my dagger with a braver grace; Commits itself to yours to be direct,
And speak, between the change of man and As from her lord, her governor, her king.
boy, Lover's Thoughts compared to the inarticulate with a reed voice: and turn two mincing Joys of a Crowd.
steps Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all Into a manly stride ; and speak of frays, words;
Like a fine bragging youth: and tel quaint Only my blood speaks to you in my veins :
lies, And there is such confusion in my powers,
How honorable ladies sought my love, As, after some oration fairly spoke
Which I denying, they fell sick and died; By a beloved prince, there doth appear
I could not do with all; then I'll repent, Among the buzzing, pleased multitude; And wish, for all that, that I had not kill'd Where every something, being blent together, 'em ! Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell ; Exprest and not exprest.
That men shall swear I've discontinued school Valuable Friend.
Above a twelvemonth : I have within my Por. Is it your dear friend that is thus in mind trouble?
[man, thousand raw tricks of these bragging jacks Bass. The dearest friend 10 me, the kindest Which I will practise. The best condition'd and unwearied spirit
Affectation in Words. In doing courtesies; and one in whom O dear discretion, how his words are suited ! The ancient Roman honor more appears The fool hath planted in his memory Than any that draws breath in Italy.
An army of good words; and I do know Por. What sum owes he the Jew?
A many fools that stand in better place, Bass. For me three thousand ducats. Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word Por. What, no more?
Defy the matter. Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond;
Portia's Merit. Double six thousand, and then treble that,
It is very meet Before a friend of this description
The lord Bassanio live an upright life; Should lose a hair through my Bassanio's fault. For, having such a blessing in his lady, Implacable Revenge.
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth; I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee And, if on earth he do not mean it, it speak,
Is reason he should never come to heaven. I'll have my bond ; and therefore speak no Why, if two gods should play some heav'nly more.
match, I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool And on the wager lay two earthly women, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield And Portia one-there must be something else To Christian intercessors.
Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude Generous Friendship.
world Lor. Madam, although I speak it in your pre- Hath not her fellow. You hare a noble and a true conceit " [sence, The Jew's Reason for his Revenge. Of godlike amity: which appears most strongly Shyl. I have possess'd your grace of what I In bearing thus the absence of your lord.
purpose ; But, if you knew to whom you show this And by our holy sabbath have I sworn honor,
To have the due and forfeit of my bond.
If you deny it, let the danger light
Into the trunks of men : thy currish spirit Upon your charter and your city's freedom. Govern'd a wolf, who, hang’d for human You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have
slaughter, A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Even from the gallows did his fell soul Aeet, Three thousand ducats : L’ll not answer that; And, whilst thou lay'st in thy unhallow'd dam, But, say, it is my humor. Is it answer'd ? Infus'd itself in thee: for thy desires What if my house be troubled with a rat, Are wolfish, bloody, starı d, and ravenous. And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats Shyl. Till thou canst rail the seal froin off To have it ban'd? What, are you answer’d
Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud : Some men there are, love not a gaping pig; Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fail Some that are mad if they behold a cat; To cureless ruin.--I stand here for law. And others, when the bag-pipe sings i' th' nose,
Mercy. Cannot contain their urine for aflection :
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; Masters of passion sway it to the mood
It droppeth as a gentle rain from heaven Of- what ii likes, or loathes. Now for your Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed ;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. As there is no firm reason to be render'd, 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes Why he cannot abide a gaping pig;
The throned monarch better than his crown: Why he, a harmless necessary cat;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, Why he, a woollen bag: pipe; but of force The attribute to awe and majesty, Must yield to such inevitable shame
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: As to offend, himself being offended; But mercy is above the sceptred sway: So can I give no reason, nor I will not, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings: More than a lodg'd hate, and a certain loathing It is an attribute to God himself; I bear Antonio, that I follow thus
And earthly power doth then show likest God's, A losing suit against hiin. Are you answer'd? When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Unfeeling Revenge.
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That in the course of justice, none of us You may as well go stand upon the beach, Should see salvation : we do pray
for mercy; And bid the main flood bate his usual height; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render You may as well use questions with the wolf, The deeds of mercy. Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;
Justice must be impartial. You niay as well forbid the mountain pines
I beseech you, To wag their high tops, and to make no noise Wrest once the laws to your authority: When they are fretted with the gnists of heaven; To do a great right, do a little wrong; You may as well do any thing most hard, And curb this cruel devil of his will. As seek' to soften that (than which what's Por. It must not be; there is no power in ' His Jewish heart. [harder?) Can alter a decree established ;
'Twill be recorded for a precedent; Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy, Will rush into the state: it cannot be.
And many an error, by the same example, rend'ring none ? Shyl. What judgement shall I dread, doing Cheerful Resignation with friendly Tenderness.
Ant. I am arm’d and well prepar’dno wrong? You have among you many a purchas'd slave,
Give me your hand, Bassanio: fare well!
you Which, like your asses, and your dogs and
Griere not that I am fallen to this for you ; You use in abject and in slavish parts, (mules, Than is her custom. It is still her use
For herein fortune shows herself more kind Because you bought them: shall I say to you, To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs; Why sweat they under hurthens? let their beds. To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates
An age of poverty; from which ling'ring peBe season 'd with such viands : you will answer, Commend me to your honorable wife:
Of such a misery doth she cut me off
. [nance The slaves are yours.
So do 1
answer you: The pound of Aesh, which I demand of him,
Tell her the process of Antonio's end ! Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it: Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death : If you deny me, fie upon your law!
And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge, There is no force in the decrees of Venice:
Whether Bassanio had not once a love. I stand for judgement: answer: shall I have it?
you shall lose your friend,
And he repents not that he pays your debt. Jen's wolfish Spirit, an Argument fur Trans
Ample Puyment. migration.
He is well paid that is well satisfied. Gra. Oh, be thou damn'd, inexorable dog! Description of a Moon-light Night, with fine And for thy life, let justice be accus'd.
Music. Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith, Lor. The moon shines bright: in such a To hold opinion with Pythagoras,
night as this, That souls of animals infuse themselves When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise ; in such a night, | A good Deed compared to a Candle, and the
beams! Jes. In such a night,
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew;
Ner. When the moon shone we did not see And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
the candle. And ran away dismay'd.
Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less : Lor. In such a night,
A substitute shines brightly as a king, Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand, Until a king be by; and then his state Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her'love Empties itself, as doth an inland brook To come again to Carthage.
Into the main of waters. Music ! hark ! Jes. In such a night,
Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house. Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs
Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect; That did renew old Æson.
Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day. Lor. In such a night
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it,madam. Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew;
Por. The crow does sing as sweetly as the lark And with an unthrift love did run from Venice When neither is attended; and, I think,
The nightingale, if she should sing by day, As far as Belmont.
When ev'ry goose is cackling, would be thought Jes. And in such a night,
No better a musician than the wren. Did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well;
How many things by season season'd are Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, To their right praise, and true perfection! And ne'er a true one.
Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with Endymion, Lor. And in such a night,
And would not be awak'a ! Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew,
Moon-light Night. Slander her love, and he forgave it her.
This night metbioks, is but the day-light
It looks a little paler; 'tis a day, [sick; How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this such as the day is when the sun is hid. bank !
Professions needless, where Intentions are Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
sincere. Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Sir, you are very welcome to our house : Becoine the touches of sweet harmony. It must appear in other ways than words, Sit, Jessica; look, how the floor of heav'n Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy. Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
Elegant Compliment. There's not the smallest orb which thou be- Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way But in his motion like an angel sings, [hold’st, Of starved people. Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims : Such harmony is in immortal souls ;
$ 7. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
SHAKSPEARE. Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.- Description of Spendthrifts, who seek to better Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn;
their Fortunes by rich Wives. With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, He doth object, I am 100 great of birth; And draw her home with music.
And that, my state being gall'd with iny exJes. I am never merry when I hear sweet I seek to heal it only by bis wealth: (pense, music.
Beside these, other bars he lays before me Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: My riots past, my wild societies ; For do but note a wild and wanton herd, And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, I should love thee but as a property. Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing A valuable Woman loved for her own sake. loud,
-Wooing thee, I found thee of more value Which is the hot condition of their blood; Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; If they perchance but hear a trumpet sound, And 'tis the very riches of thyself Or any air of music touch their ears,
That now I aim at. You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Fairies : their Rewards and Punishments. Their savage eyes turnd to a modest gaze Cricket, to Windsorchimneys shalt thou leap: By the sweet pow'r of music. Therefore the poet where fires thou fivd'st unrak'd, and hearths Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and unswept,
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry. Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, Our radiant queen hates sluis and sluttery. But music for the time doth change his nature. Go you ; and where's Pede? you find a maid The man that hath not music in himself, That ere she sleep hath thrice her prayers said, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Rein up the organs of her fantasy; Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; Sleep she as sound as careless infancy; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, But these that sleep, and think not on their sins, And his affections dark as Erebus :
Pinch them, arms, legs, back, shoulders, sides, Let no such man be trusted.