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Than is thy strange apparent cruelty.
Shy. I have poffess'd your Grace of what I purpose.
(15) Cannot contain their Vrine for Affection.
Mafterless passion (ways it to the Mood of what it likes, or loaths. ] Masterless Passion was first Mr. Rowe's Reading, (on what Authority, I am at a Lols to know ;) which Mr. Pope has fince copied. And tho'l have not difturb’d the Text, yet, I must observe, I don't know what Word there is to which this Relative (it, in the ad Line) is to be referr'd. The ingenious Dr. Thirlby, therefore, would thus adjust the Passage. VOL. II.
Masterless passion fways it to the mood
Bal. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
swer. Baj. Do all men kill the thing they do not love ? Shy. Hates any
man the thing he would not kill ? Bal. Ev'ry offence is not a hate at first. Shy. What, would'At thou have a serpent fting thee
twice? Ant. I pray you, think, you question with a Jew. You may as well go
Cannot contain their Vrine; for Affection,
* Master of Passion, Sways it &c. * Or, Mistress. And then it is govern'd of Passion : and the 2 old Quario's and Folio's read. Masters of Passion, &c.
It may be objected, that Affection and Passion are Synonomous Terms, and mean the same thing. I agree, they do at this time. But I observe, the Writers of our Author's Age made a sort of Diftin&ion: considering the one as the cause, the Other as the Effect. And then, in this place, Affe&tion will stand for that Sympathy or Antipathy of Soul, by which we are provok'd to thew a Liking or Disgust in the Working of our Passions,
When they are fretted with the gufts of heav'n.
Bal. For thy three thousand ducats here is fix.
Shy. If ev'ry ducat in fix thousand ducats
bond. Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy, rend'ring
Shall I say to you,
So do I answer you:
Duke. Upon my pow'r I may dismiss this Court,
Sal. My lord, here itays, without,
Duke. Bring us the letters, call the messenger.
Ant. I am a tainted weather of the flock, Meetest for death : the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me. You cannot better be employ'd, Balanio, Than to live ftill, and write mine epitaph.
Enter Nerissa, dress'd like a Lawyer's Clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario? (16) Ner. From both, my lord : Bellario greets your
Can no prayers pierce thee ?
Gra. O be thou damn'd, inexorable dog,
(16) From both: my Lord Bellario greets your Grace.] Thus the two old Folio's, and Mr. Pope in his Quarto, had inaccu. rately pointed this Passage, by which a Doctor of Laws was at once rais’d to the Dignity of the Peerage.
(17) Not on thy Soale, but on thy Soul, hars Jew.) I was obliged, from the Authority of the old Folio's, to restore this Conceit, and Jingle upon two Words alike in Sound, but differing in Sense. Gratiano thus rates the Jew; “-Tho' thou " thinkest, that thou art whetting thy Knife on the Scale of • thy Shọc, yet it is upon thy Soul, thy immortal Part, that « thou do'st it, thou inexorable Mau!” There is no room to doubt, but this was our Author's Antithefis; as it is so ufual with him to play on Words in this manner; and That from the Mouth of his most serious Characters,
Ev'n from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
Shy. 'Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond,
Duke. This letter from Bellario doth commend A
young and learned doctor to our Court. Where is he?
Ner. He attendeth here hard by
Duke. With all my heart. Some three or four of you
OUR Grace fall understand, that, at the re
ceipt of your letter, I am very fick : but at the inAtant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young Dottor of Rome, his Name is Balthafar: I acquainted him with the cause in controversie between the Jew and Anthonio the merchant. Wė turn'd o'er many books together: he is furnished with my opinion, which, bettered with his own learn.. ing, the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend,) comes with him at my importunity, to fill up your Grace's request in my stead. I befeech you, let his lack of years be no impediment, to let him lack a reverend estimation : For I never knew so young a body with so old a head. I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better publish his com. mendation,
Enter Portia, dress'd like a Doctor of Laws.
Por. I did, my lord.