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And what thou haft, forget'st: Thou art not certain;
For thy complexion fhifts to ftrange effects,
After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an afs, whofe back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'ft thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee: Friend haft thou none;
For thine own bowels, which do call thee fire,
The mere effufion of thy proper loins,
Do curfe the gout, ferpigo, and the rheum,
For ending thee no fooner: Thou haft nor youth,
But as it were an after-dinner's fleep, [nor age;
Dreaming on both for all thy bleffed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Of palfied eld; and when thou art old and rich,
Thou haft neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes thefe odds all even.

The Terrors of Death moft in Apprebenfion.
Claud. Is there no remedy?
Ifab. None but fuch remedy as, to serve a head,
Would cleave a heart in twain.

Claud. But is there any?

Ifab. Oh I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
Left thou a fev'rous life fhouldft entertain,
And fix or feven winters more refpect
Than a perpetual honour. Dar'ft thou die?
The fenfe of death is it.oft in apprehenfion ;
And the poor beetle that we tread upon,
In corp'ral fufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Refolution from a Senfe of Honour.
Claud. Why give you me this shame?
Think you I can a refolution fetch
From flow'ry tenderness? If I nruft die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in my arins!

Ifab. There fpake my brother; there my father's
Did utter forth a voice.

Ifab.

A fainted Hypocrite.

Yes, thou must die:

Thou art too noble to conferve a life

[grave

In bafe appliances. This outward-fainted deputy,
Whofe fettled vifage and delib'rate word
Nips youth i' th' head, and follies doth emmew,
As faulcon doth the fowl-is yet a devil;
His filth within being caft, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.

Claud. The princely Angelo!

fab. Oh 'tis the cunning livery of hell, The damned'ft body to inveft and cover In princely guards!

The Terrors of Death. Ifab. Oh were it but my life,

I'd throw it down for your

As frankly as a pin l

Claud. O Ifabel!

deliverance

Ijab. What fays my brother?
Claud, Death's a fearful thing.

Ifab. And fhamed life a hateful.
Claud. Ay,but to die,and go we know not where
To lie in cold obftruction, and to rot;
This fenfible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to refide
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprifon'd in the viewlefs winds,
And blown with reftlef's violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worf
Of thofe, that lawlefs and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling! 'tis too horrible!
The wearieft and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment,
Can lay on nature, is a paradife
To what we fear of death.

Corwardly Apprebenfion of Death reproached.
Ifab. O faithlefs coward! O difhoneft wretch?
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
Is 't not a kind of inceft, to take life [think!
From thine own fifter's fhame? What should I
Heaven fhield my mother play'd my father fair!
For fuch a warped flip of wilderness

Ne'er iffued from his blood. Take my defiance
Die; perith! might but my bending down
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed-
O, fie, fie, fie!

Thy fin's not accidental, but a trade:
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
'Tis beft that thou dieft quickly!

Virtue and Goodness.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
A Bard.

Fie, firrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd!
The evil that thou caufeft to be done,

That is thy means to live: Doft thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
From fuch a filthy vice? Say to thyfelf-
From their abominable and beaftly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canft thou believe thy living is a life
So ftinkingly depending? Go, mend; go, mendi
Calumny unavoidable.

No might nor greatnefs in mortality
Can cenfure 'fcape; back-wounding cahimny
The whiteft virtue ftrikes: What king fo ftrong,
Can tie the gall up in the fland'rous tongue ?

Good Example necessary in Rulers.
He, who the fword of heaven will bear,
Should be as holy as fevere;
Pattern in himself to know;
Grace to ftand, and virtue go;
More nor lefs to others paying,
Than by felf-offences weighing.
Shame to him, whofe cruel ftriking
Kills for faults of his own liking I
Twice treble fhame on Angelo,
To weed my vice, and let his grow {
O what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward fide
How may likeness made in crimes,
Mocking practice on the times,

T

To draw with idle fpiders' ftrings
Moft pond'rous and substantial things!
A beautiful Song.
Take, oh take thofe lips away,
That fo fweetly were forfworn;
And thofe eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kiffes bring again;
Seals of love, but feal'd in vain.

Hide, oh hide thofe hills of fnow,

Which thy frozen bofom bears,
On whofe tops the pinks that grow
Are of thofe that April wears.
But my poor heart firft fet free,
Bound in thofe icy chains by thee.
Guilty Diligence.

With whispering and moft guilty diligence,
In action all of precept, he did fhew me
The way twice o'er.

Greatness fubje&t to Cenfure.

O place and greatnefs! millions of falfe eyes
Are tuck upon thee! volumes of report
Run with thefe falfe and most contrarious quefts
Upon thy doings! thoufand 'fcapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dream,
And rack thee in their fancies.

Execution finely expreffed.
By eight to-morrow

Thou must be made immortal!

Sound Sleep.

As faft lock'd up in fleep, as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones. Upright Governor supposed.

Prov. It is a bitter deputy.

Duke. Not fo, not fo; his life is parallell'd
Even with the ftroke and line of his great juftice;
He doth with holy abftinence fubdue

That in himfelf, which he fpurs on his power
To qualify in others: were he meal'd
With that which he corrects, then were he tyran-
But this being fo, he's juft.
[nous;

Good Failor.

This is a gentle provoft; feldom, when The fteeled jailor is the friend of men. Comfort from Defpair.

But I will keep her ignorant of her good, To make her heavenly comforts of defpair, When it is leaft expected.

Complaining ufelefs.

Ifab. Injurious world! Moft damned Angelo!
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits youa jot:
Forbear it therefore; give your caufe to Heaven.
Character of an Arch Hypocrite.

O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'ft
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madnefs: make not im-
poflible

That which but feems unlike: 'tis not impoffible
But one, the wickedeft caitiff on the ground,
May feem as thy, as grave, as juft, as absolute,

As Angelo; even fo may Angelo,

In all his dreffings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch villain: believe it, royal prince,
If he be lefs, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.

Refpect due to Place.
Refpect to your great place!—and let the devil
Be fometimes honour'd for his burning throne.
Impoffibility of Intercession.

Against all fenfe you do importune her:
Should the kneel down, in mercy of this fact,
Her brother's ghoft his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror !

Reformed Men fometimes beft.

They fay, beft men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the moft, become much more the better
For being a little bad: fo may my husband.
Intents more excusable than A&s.

His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;
And must be buried but as an intent,
That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no fubjects;
Intents, but merely thoughts.

§ 6. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. SHAKSPEARE. Natural Prefentiment of Evil finely pointed out; with the Contraft of a cheerful and melancholy Man.

Ant. IN footh, I know not why I am fo fad;
It wearies me; you fay, it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, ar came by it,
What ftuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn ;

And fuch a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself,

Salar. Your mind is toffing on the ocean,
There, where your argofies, with portly fail,
Like figniors and rich burghers on the flood,
Or as it were the pageants of the sea,-
Do over-peer the petty traffickers,
That curt'fy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.

Salan. Believe me, Sir, had I fuch ventures
The better part of my affections would [forth,
Be with my hopes abroad. I fhould be ftill
Plucking the grass, to know where fits the wind;
Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads;
And every object, that might make me fear
Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,
Would make me fad.

Would blow me to an ague, when I thought
Salar. My wind, cooling my broth,
What harm a wind too great might do at fea.
I fhould not fee the fandy hour-glafs run,
But I fhould think of fhallows and of flats;
And fee my wealthy Andrew dock'd in fand,
Vailing her high top lower than her ribs,
To kifs her burial. Should I go to church,
Aid fee the holy edifice of stone,
And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks?
Which touching but my gentle veffel's fide,
Would scatter all her fpices on the stream;
Enrobe the roaring waters with my filks;

And, in a word, but even now worth this,
And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought
To think of this; and shall I lack the thought,
That fuch a thing, bechanc'd, would make me fad?
But, tell not me; I know, Anthonio
Is fad to think upon his merchandize.

Within the eye of honour, be assur'd,
My purfe, my perfon, my extremeft means,
Lie all unlock'd to your occafions.

Baff. In my fchool-days, when I had loft one
I fhot his fellow of the felf-fame flight [fhaft,
The felf-fame way, with more advised watch,

Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, To find the other forth; and by advent ring both,

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate
Upon the fortune of this prefent year:

Therefore, my merchandize makes me not fad.
Sal. Why then you are in love.
Ant. Fie, fie!

Sal. Not in love neither? Then let us fay you are fad,

merry,

Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
For you, to laugh, and leap, and fay you are
[Janus,
Because you are not fad. Now, by two-headed
Nature hath fram'd ftrange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,
And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper;
And others of fuch vinegar afpect,
That they'll not fhew their teeth in way of smile,
Though Neftor fwear the jeft be laughable.
The Imprudence of fetting too great a Value upon

the World.

You have too much refpect upon the world: They lofe it that do buy it with much care.

The true Value of the World.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A ftage, where every man must play his part, And mine a fad one.

Cheerfulness and affected Gravity contrafted.
Let me play the fool:

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why fhould a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandfire cut in alabafter?
Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish? I tell thee what, Anthonio,
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks;
There are a fort of men whofe vifages
Do cream and mantle like a ftanding pond;
And do a wilful ftillness entertain,
With purpose to be dreft in an opinion
Of wildom, gravity, profound conceit;
As who fhould fay, "I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark."
O, my Anthonio, I do know of thofe,
That therefore only are reputed wife,
For faying nothing; who, I am very fure,
If they fhould hear, would almost damn thofe ears,
Which, hearing them, would call their brothers
I'll tell thee more of this another time:
But fish not with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
Jocofe Satire on Silence.

Silence is only commendable

[fools.

In a neats tongue died, and a maid not vendible.
Generous and difinterefied Friendship.
Ant. I pray you, good Baffanio, let inc know it;
And, if it itand, as you yourself ftill do,

I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof,
Because what follows is pure innocence.
I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth,
That which I owe is loft: but if you please
To fhoot another arrow that felf way
Which you did fhoot the first, I do not doubt,-
As I will watch the aim,-or to find both,
Or bring your latter hazard back again,
And thankfully reft debtor for the firft. [time,
Ant. You know me well; and herein spend but
To wind about my love with circumstance;
And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong,
In making queftion of my uttermoft,
Than if you had made wafte of all I have:
Then do but fay to me what I should do,
That in your knowledge may by me be done,
And I am preft unto it: therefore, speak.

-Thou know'ft that all my fortunes are at fea; Neither have I money, nor commodity To raise a prefent fuin: therefore, go forth, Try what my credit can in Venice do; That fhall be rack'd, even to the uttermoft, To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia. Go, prefently enquire, and fo will I, Where money is; and I no queftion make To have it of my truft, or for my fake. A Jew's Malice.

Ba. This is fignior Anthonio. Shyl. How like a fawning publican he looks I hate him, for he is a Chriftian: [Afide. But more, for that, in low fimplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down

The rate of ufance here with us in Venice.

If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our facred nation; and he rails
Ev'n there, where merchants moft do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls intereft: Curfed be my tribe,
If I forgive him!

A Jew's Sanctity and Hypocrify.
Shyl. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's
fheep,-

This Jacob from our holy Abraham was
(As his wife mother wrought in his behalf)
The third poffeffor; ay, he was the third.

Ant. And what of him? did he take interest › Shyl. No, not take intereft; not, as you would fay,

Directly intereft; mark what Jacob did.
When Laban and himself were compromis'd
That all the canlings, which were streak'd and
py'd,

Should fall as Jacob's hire, the ewes, being rank,
In end of autumn turned to the rams:
And when the work of generation was
Between thofe woolly breeders in the act,

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The fkilful thepherd pecl'd me certain wands,
And, in the doing of the deed of kind,
He stuck them up before the fulfome ewes ;
Who, then conceiving, did in caning time
Fall party-colour'd lambs, and thofe were Jacob's.
This was a way to thrive, and he was bleft;
And thrift is bleffing, if men fteal it not.
Ant. This was a venture, Sir,that Jacobferv'd for;
A thing not in his power to bring to pals,
But fway'd, and fathion'd by the hand of Heaven.
Was this inferted to make intereft good?
Or is your gold and filver ewes and rams?
Shyl. I cannot tell; I make it breed as faft:
But note me, fignior.

Ant. Mark you this, Baffanio,
The devil can cite fcripture for his purpose.
An evil foul producing holy witnefs
Is like a villain with a finiling check;
A goodly apple, rotten at the heart :
O, what a goodly outside falfchood hath!
The Jew's Expoftulation.

Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my monics, and my ufances:
Still have I borne it with a patient fhrug,
For fufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
You call me mifbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And fpit upon my Jewith gabardine,
And all for ufe of that which is my own.
Well then, it now appears you need my help:
Go to then you come to me, and you fav,
Shylock, we would have monies;"you fay fo;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And foot me as you fpurn a ftranger-cur
Over your threthold:-Monies is your fuit.-
What fhould I fay to you?-Should I not fay,
"Hath a dog money?-Is it poffible
A cur can lend three thousand ducats ?"-
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,

-or

With 'bated breath and whifp'ring humbleness,

That flew the fophy, and a Perfian prince,
That won three fields of fultan Solyman,—
I would o'erftare the fterneft eyes that look,
Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young fucking cubs from the fhe-bear,
Yea mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady: But, alas the while!
If Hercules and Lychas play at dice
Which is the better man, the greater throw
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
So is Alcides beaten by his page;

And fo may I, blind fortune leading ine,
Mifs that which one unworthier may attain,
And die with grieving.

Gravity affumed.

Ba-But hear thee, Gratiano;

Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;
Parts that become thee happily enough,
And in fuch eyes as ours appear not faults;
But where thou art not known, why, there they

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Something too liberal; pray thee, take pain
To allay with fome cold drops of modefty
Thy tkipping fpirit; left, through thy wild beha-
I be mifconftrued in the place I go to, [viour,
And lofe my hopes.

Gra.- -Signior Baffanio, hear me.
If I do not put on a fober habit,

Talk with respect, and fwear but now and then
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely;
Nay more, while grace is laying, hold mine eyes
Thus with my hat, and figh, and fay Amen;
Ufe all the obfervance of civility,

Like one well ftudied in a fad oftent
To please his grandam-never truft me more.
The Jer's Commands to his Daughter.
Hear you me, Jeffica:
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
And the vile fqueaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
Clamber not you up to the cafements then,
Nor thrust
your head into the public ftrect,

Say this," Fair Sir, you ipit on me on Wed-To gaze on Chriftian fools with varnith'd faces:

ncfday laft;

You fpurn'd me such a day; another time
You call'd me dog; and for thefe courteties
I'll lend you thus much monies ?"

A Villain's fair Offers fufpicious.

I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
An Apology for a black Complexion.
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The fhadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Bring me the faireft creature northern born,
Where Phoebus' fire fcarce thaws the icicles,
And let us make incifion for your love,
To prove whole blood is reddeft, his or mine.
I tell thee, lady, this afpect of mine
Hath fear'd the valiant: by my love, I fwear
The bell-regarded virgins of our cline
Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue
Except to fleal your thoughts, my gentle queen.
Merit no Match for the Caprice of Fortune.
-Lead me to the cafkets,
To try my fortune. By this feymitar,

But ftop my houfe's cars;-I mean my cafe

ments:

Let not the found of fhallow foppery enter
My fober house.

Shylock's Defcription of his Servant. Shyl. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder,

Snail-flow in profit, and he fleeps by day
More than the wild cat. Drones hive not with me:
Therefore I part with him; and part with him
To one, that I would have him help to waste
His borrowed purie.

Fruition more languid than Expectation.
O, ten times fafter Venus' pigeons Alv
To fcal love's bonds new made, than they are wont
To keep obliged faith unforfeited.

-Who rifeth from a feaft With that keen appetite that he fits down? Where is the horie that doth untread again His tedious meatures with the unbated fire That he did pace them firft? All things that are, Are with more fpirit chafed than enjoy'd.

How

How like a younker, or a prodigal,
The fearfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the ftrumpet-wind!
How like a prodigal doth the return;
With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged fails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the ftrumpet-wind!
Portia's Suiters.

From the four corners of the earth they come
To kits this thrine, this mortal breathing faint.
Th' Hyrcanian deferts, and the vafty wilds
Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares
Now, for princes to come view fair Portia.
The watry kingdom, whofe ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign fpirits; but they come,
As o'er a brook, to fee fair Portia.

The Parting of Friends.

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I faw Baffanio and Anthonio part:
Baffanio told him, he would make fome speed
Of his return: he antwered, Do not fo;
Slubber not bufinets for my fake, Baffanio,
But ftay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love.
Be merry; and employ your chiefeft thoughts
To courtship, and such fair oftents of love
As fhall conveniently become you there."
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous fenfible
He wrung Baffanio's hand, and fo they parted.
Falfe Judgment of the Many.
-Fortune now,

To my heart's hope!-Gold, filver, and bafe
lead.
[he hath."
"Who choofeth me, muft give and hazard all
You fhall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
What fays the golden cheft? ha! let me fee:-
"Who choofeth me, fhall gain what many men
defire."
[meant
What many men defire !-That many may be
Of the fool multitude, that choose by thow,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach:
Which pries not to the interior, but, like the
martlet,

Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force and road of cafualty.
I will not choose what many men defire,
Because I will not jump with common fpirits,
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

Honour ought to be conferred on Merit only.
Why then to thee, thou filver treafure-houfe;
Tell me once more what title thou doft bear:
"Who choofeth me, thall get as much as he
deferves."

And well faid too; for who fhall go about
To cozen fortune, and be honourable

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So likely an ambassador of love;
A day in April never came to tweet,
To thew how coftly fummer was at hand,
As this fore-fpurrer comes before his lord.
Mufic.

Let mufic found, while he doth make his
choice!

Then, if he lofe, he makes afwan-like end,
Fading in mufic.-That the comparison
May ftand more proper, my eye fhall be the stream
And
watry death-bed for him: he may win;
And what is mufic then? Then mufic is,
Even as the flourish, when true fubjects bow
To a new-crown'd monarch: fuch it is
As are thofe dulcet founds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
And fummon him to marriage.-

-Now he goes

With no lefs prefence, but with much more love,
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy
To the fea-monfter: I ftand for facrifice;
The reft aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared vifages, come forth to view
The iffue of the exploit.

A Song. On Fancy.

1.

Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?

Reply.
II.

It is engender'd in the eyes;
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies:

Let us all ring fancy's knell;

I'll begin it, Ding dong, bell.
The Deceit of Ornament or Appearances.
So may the outward thows be leaft themselves.
The world is ftill deceiv'd with ornament.
In law, what plea fo tainted and corrupt,
But, being feafon'd with a gracious voice,
Obfcures the fhow of evil In religion,
What damned error, but fome fober brow
Wilt blefs it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the groffnefs with fair ornament?
There is no vice to fimple, but affumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
How many cowards, whofe hearts are all as falfe
As ftairs of fand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars;
Who, inward fearch'd, have livers white as milk!

Without the ftamp of merit Let none prefume And thefe affume but valour's excrement,
To wear an undeferved dignity.
O, that eftates, degrees and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the intrit of the wearer!
How many then fhould cover, that ftand bare!
How many be commanded that command!
How much low peafantry would then be glean'd

To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And you fhall fee, 'tis purchas'd by the weight;
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them fighteft that wear most of it.
So are thofe critped, fnaky, golden locks,
Which make fuch wanton gambols with the wind
Upon fuppofed fairness, often known

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