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Port. It is not so expressed: but what of Interest.
that? "Twere good you do so inuch for charity:
Shyl. I cannot find it. 'Tis not in the bond. Cruelty. Pört. A pound of that same merchant's flesh Sentence.
. is thine. The court awards it, and the law doth give it. Shyl. Most rightful judge !
Applause. Port. And
you must cut this flesh from off Sentence.
his breast. The law allows it, and the court awards it. Shyl. Most learned judge. A sentence ! Applause. Come, prepare,
Thristing, Port. Tarry a little. There is something else.
Doubt. This bond- doth give thee hereno jot of
blood. The words expressly are," a pound of flesh.” Then take thy bond. Take thou 'thy pound of Diređa
flesh; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed Threaten. * One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice forfeited. Grat. O upright judge! Mark Jero! O Applause.
learned judge ?
Port. Thyself shall see the act.
Reproof, 'Thou shalt have justice, more than thou des "st. Grat. 0. learned judge! Mark, Jere! A Applause.
learned judge! Shyl. I take his offer then. Pay the sum Confusion.
thrice. And let the christian go.
Yiciding Bass. Here is the money.
Giving. Port. Softly. No haste.
The Jew sha Iorbidding have strict justice. His claim is barely for the penalty. Grat. A second Daniel ! Jew.
Applause, Now, infidel, I have full hold of thee,
Question, Port. Why doth the Jew pause ? Take thou
Shyl. Give me my principal, and let me go. Giving. ') Bass.
) Bass. I have it ready for thee. Here it is. Forbidding
Port. He hath refus'd it in the open court. Reproof. He shall have merely justice and his bond. Applaufe.
Grat. A Daniel still, say I; a second DanReproof. iel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that
Shyl. Shall I not barely have my principal? Refusing. Port. Thou shalt have nothing but the for
feiture, To be so taken at thy peril, Jer. Disappoint Shyl. Why then the Devil give him good of
If it be proy'd against an alien,
In which predicament, I say, thou stand'st,
That indirectly, and directly tou,
The danger forinerly by me rehears’d.
our spirit, I pardon thee ihy life, before thou ask it. Despair. Shyl. Nay, take my life and all. Pardon,
Port. What mercy can you render him, An- Question.
tonio ? Grat. A hälter's price, and leave to hang Triumphı.
himself. Ånton. So please my Lord the Duke, and all Granting.
Duke. He shall do this, or else I do recant Threatning
? Shyl. I pray you give me leave to go from Despair.
CONJUGAL AFFECTION WITH
(Pope's Hom. B. VI. v. 488.) HECTOR , this heard, return’d without de- Narration,
lay, Swift through the town he took his former way,
Haste, Thro' streets of palaces, and walks of state; And met the mourner at the Sæan gate. With haste to meet him sprung the joyful fair, His blameless wife, Aëtion's wealthy heir. The nurse stood near, in whose embraces prest His only hope hung smiling at her breast; Defcription
Whom each soft charm and early grace adorn,
Silent the warrior smild, and pleas'd resign'd * Courage. To tender passions all his * mighty mind. Description His beauteous princess cast a mournful look! of beauty Hung on his hand, and then, dejected, spoke. in diftreis
. Her bosom labour'd with a boding sigh,
And the big tear stood trembling in her eye, Affection. " Too daring prince! Ah whither dost thou
Ah, too forgetful of thy wife and son !
A widow I, an helpless orphan he!
Now hosts oppose thee, and thou must be slain ; Depreca- Ogrant me gods ! ere Hector meets his doom, tion.
AlI can ask of heav'n, an early tomb !
And end with sorrows, as they first begun. Lainenta- No parent now remains, my griefs to share, tion.
No father's aid, no mother's tender care.
She fell, a victim to Diana's bow.
Yet, while my Hector still survives, I see
My father, mother, brethren, all in ther.
Intreating But stay iny Hector here, and guard his Troy.' The chief repl; 'd, “ That post shall be my care; Courage. Nor that alone; but all the works of war : How would the sons of Troy, in arms renown'd, And Troy's proud dames, whose garments
sweep the gound, Attaint the lustre of my former nanie, Should Hector basely quit the field of fame. Aversion My early youth was bred to rearlike pains ; Courage, My soul impels me to the martial plains. Still foremost let me stand to guard the throne, To save my father's honours and my o2017. Yet come it will! the day decreed by fates !
Apprehen. (How my heart trembles, while my tongue re
lates!) The day when thou imperial Troy! must bend; Must see thy warriors fall; thy glories end.
Grief. And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind, Grief with My mother's death, the ruin of my kind,
Affection, Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore, As thine, Andromache ! Thy griefs I dread! I see thee trembling, weeping, captive led, In Argive looms our battles to design, And woes, of which so large a part was thine. There while you groan beneath the load of life,