O father Abram! what these Christians are, The thoughts of others! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. Act ii. Sc. 1. The young gentleman, according to Fates and Desti nies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. Sc. 2. The very staff of my age, my very prop. Ibid. It is a wise father that knows his own child. Ibid. An honest exceeding poor man. Ibid. Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. Ibid. In the twinkling of an eye. Ibid. And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. Sc. 5. All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! Sc. 6. 1 Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. 1 The Merchant of Venice. Act ü. Sc. 9. If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. Act iii. Sc. 1. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. Ibid. I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Ibid. The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. Ibid. Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music.2 Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibia. The seeming truth which cunning times put on Ibid. 1 See Heywood, page 10. 2 I will play the swan and die in music. Othello, act v. sc. 2. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve. SOCRATES: In Phaedo, 77. An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn.1 The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit The kindest man, In doing courtesies. Ibid. Ibid. Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.2 Sc. 5. Let it serve for table-talk. Ibid. A harmless necessary cat. Act iv. Sc. 1. What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? Ibid. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground. Ibid. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. Ibid. The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, 1 It is better to learn late than never. PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 864. 2 Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis). — PHILLIPPE GUALTIER: Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300. When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! Is it so nominated in the bond?1 "T is not in the bond. Speak me fair in death. An upright judge, a learned judge! Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. You take my house when you do take the prop How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st 1 "It is not nominated in the bond."- White. Ibia Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Let no such man be trusted. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. How far that little candle throws his beams! Ibid. Ibid. This night methinks is but the daylight sick. Ibid. Ibid. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Ibid. We will answer all things faithfully. Ibid. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Ibid. Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. Ibid. O, how full of briers is this working-day world! Ibid. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Ibid. We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, Ibid. |