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reason: but if she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for.
Lor. How every fool can play upon the word ! I think, the best grace of wit will shortly turn into filence, and discourse grow commendable in none but parrots. Go in, firrah, bid them prepare for dinner.
Laun. That is done, Sir ; they have all stomachs.
Lor. Good lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid them prepare dinner.
Laun. That is done too, Sir; only cover is the word.
Lor. Will you cover then, Sir ?
Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion! wilt thou shew the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows, bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
Laun. For the table, Sir, it shall be serv'd in; for the meat, Sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to dinner, Sir, why, let it be as humours and conceits shall govern.
[Exit Laun. Lor. O dear discretion, how his words are suited! The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words; and I do know A many fools that stand in better place, Garnish'd like him, that for a trickfie word Defie the matter : how far'st thou, Jessica? And now, good sweet, say thy opinion, How dost thou like the lord Bassanio's wife?
Jes. Paft all expressing: it is very meet, The lord Basanio live an upright life. For, having such a Blessing in his lady, He finds the joys of heaven here on earth : And if on earth he do not merit it, In reason he should never come to heav'n. Why, if two Gods should play some heav'nly match, And on the wager lay two earthly women, And Portia one, there muft be something else Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude world
Hath not her fellow.
Lor. Even such a husband
Jef. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
SCENE, the Senate-house in VENICE.
Enter the Duke, the Senators; Anthonio, Bassanio,
and Gratiano, at the Bar,
Ant. Ready, so please your Grace.
Duke. I'm sorry for thee; thou art
Ant. I have heard,
To suffer, with a quietness of spirit,
Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the Court.
Enter Shylock. Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face, Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then 'tis thought, Thou'lt few thy mercy and remorse more strange, Than is thy strange apparent cruelty. And, where thou now exact'st the penalty, Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh, Thou wilt not only lose the forfeiture, But, touch'd with human gentleness and love, Forgive a moiety of the principal ; Glancing an eye of pity on his loffes, That have of late so hudled on his back, Enough to press a royal merchant down; And pluck commiseration of his state From braffy bosoms, and rough hearts of Alint; From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train's To offices of tender courtesie. We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
Shy. I have possess’d your Grace of what I purpofe. And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn, To have the due and forfeit of my bond. If you deny it, let the danger light Upon your charter, and your city's freedom. You'll ask me, why I rather chuse to have A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Three thousand ducats? I'll not answer that. But say, it is my humour, is it answer'd? What if my house be troubled with a rat, And I be pleas’d to give ten thousand ducats To have it bane'd? what, are you answer'd yet? Some men there are, love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat ; And others, when the bag-pipe fings i' th' nose,
Cannot contain their urine for affection. (24)
(24) Cannot contain their Urine for Affection.
Masterless passion fways it to the Mood
Cannot contain their Urine; for Affection,
Mafters of Paffion, &c.
He hath Audied
Which way, and whither they will work.
, as in the Old Editions : but for giving it a different Turn in the Poet's Drift and Meaning. I come now to his Reading and opinion.
Cannot contain their Urine for Affection.
Of what it likes, or loaths.
Musicians, are faid to have wrought by the Power of Musick. This “ puts me in mind of a Paffage of Collier, in his Essay on Mufick; who “ fupposes it poffible by a right chofen Composition (not, Concord) of « Sounds to infpirc Affright, Terror, Cowardise, and Confternation; “ in the fame Manner that, now, Chearfulness, and Courage, is allifted “ by contrary Compositions”.
Thus far Mr. Warburton. I shall submit the Passage, for the present, to the Opinion' and Determination of the Publick ; upon which, I may hereafter venture with more safety to ascertain ite
Why he, a harmless necessary cat;
Bal. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
Bal. For thy three thousand ducats here is fix.
none ? Shy. What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong? You have among you many a purchas'd llave, Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,