That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough, And pitch our evils there? Oh fie, fie, fie! When judges steal themselves. What! do I love her, And feast upon her eyes? What i'st I dream on ? With saints dost bait thy hook! most dangerous Shakesp. Meas. for Meas. Perplexity from unexpected Events Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes I should to Plashy too ; Gentlemen,' But time will not permit :-All is uneven, Perplexity, how to act on sudden Surprise. Ibid. Rich. II. Yes; 'tis Æmilia :-by and by. She's dead. "Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ? VEXATION. Shakesp. Othello. Vexation, besides expressing itself with the looks, gestures, tone, and restlessness of perplexity, adds to these, complaint, fretting, and remorse. Vexation at neglecting one's duty. O what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, PEEVISHNESS. Ibid. Hamlet. Peevishness is an habitual proneness to anger on every slight occasion, and may be called a lower degree of anger: it expresses itself, therefore, like anger, but more moderately, with half sentences and broken speeches uttered hastily. The upper lip is disdainfully drown up, and the eyes are cast obliquely upon the object of displeasure. Troi, What, art thou angry, Pandarus? What with me! Pan. Because she's akin to me; therefore, she's not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a blackamoor, 'tis all one to me. Troi. Say I she is not fair? Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks-and so I'll tell her the next time I see her-for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i'th' matter. Troi. Pandarus Pan. Not I. Troi. Sweet Pandarus Pan. Pray you speak no more to me-I will leave all as I found it-and there's an end. Shakes. Troil, and Cress. ENVY. Envy is a mixture of joy, sorrow, and hatred: it is a sorrow arising from the happiness of others enjoying a good which we desire, and think we deserve, or a pleasure we receive upon their losing this good, for which we hated them. It is nearly akin to malice, but much more moderate in its tones and gestures. Aside the devil turn'd, For envy, yet, with jealous leer malign, Ey'd them askance, and to himself thus plain'd. The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill Milton's Paradise Lost. Book iv. v. 502. MALICE. Malice, is an habitual malevolence long continued, and watching occasion to exert itself on the hated object. This hateful disposition sets the jaws, or gnashes the teeth, sends blasting flashes from the eyes, stretches the mouth horizontally, clinches both the fists, and bends the elbows in a straining manner to the body. The tone of voice and expression are much the same as in anger, but not so loud. How like a fawning publican he looks: But more for that in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. Shakes. Merchant of Venice SUSPICION, JEALOUSY. Fear of another's endeavouring to prevent our attainment of the good desired, raises our suspicion; and suspicion of his having obtained, or of being likely to obtain it, raises or constitutes jealousy. Jealousy between the sexes is a ferment of love, hatred, hope, fear, shame, anxiety, grief, pity, envy, pride, rage, cruelty, vengeance, madness, and every other tormenting passion which can agitate the human mind. Therefore, to express jealousy well, one ought to know how to represent justly all these passions by turns, and often several of them together. Jealousy shows itself by restlessness, peevishness, thoughtfulness, anxiety, and absence of mind. Sometimes it bursts out into piteous complaint, and weeping; then a gleam of hope, that all is yet well, lights up the countenance into a momentary smile. Immediately the face, clouded with a general gloom, shews the mind overcast again with horrid suspicions and frightful imaginations. Thus the jealous man is a prey to the most tormenting feelings, and is alternately tantalized by hope, and plunged into despair. Shakespeare, as if unable to express these feelings, makes Othello cry out, But oh what damned minutes tells he o'er Surprise in Jealousy commencing. Think, my lord !-O heav'n, he echoes me! Too hideous to be shown-Thou dost mean something: In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, indeed! Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me, Suspicion and Jealousy commencing. Leo. Too hot, too hot : Shakesp. Othello. To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. Go to, go to. Jealousy increasing. Ibid. Winter's Tale. How she holds up the neb, the bill to him, Inch-thick, knee deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one.- Play too, but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue, Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now, |