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Whose howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy
pace, Like Tarquin's ravishing strides, toward his de
sign Moves like a ghost-Thou sound and firm-set
earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for
fear The very stones should prate of royal blood Soon to be spilt, [Shakesp. MACBETH.]
AFFECTION. JOY. FEAR OF OF.
A Speech of Adam to Eve.
(Milt. PARAD. Loss. B. IV, I. 411.
SOLE partner, and sole part of all these joys,
Dearer thyself than all. Needs must the Pow'r, Pity. That made us, and for us this ample world,
Be infinitely good, and of his good
As liberal and free, as infinite ; ratitude. That rais'd us from the dust, and plac'd us here
In all this happiness, who at his hand
Of knowledge, planted by the tree of life; Apprehens. So near grows death to life; whate'er death is; Some dreadful thing no doubt; for well thou
know'st God hath pronounc'd it death to taste that tree,
The only sign of our obedience left, Gratitude. Among so many signs of pow'r and rule
Conferr'd upon us, and dominion given
Over all other creatures, that possess
INTERCESSION. OBSTINACY. CRUEL
TY, FORCED SUBMISSION. Interesting scene from Shakespeare's Merchant of
Venice, in which the Jew Shylock, by his persevering malice against Antonio, is completely.
humbled and punished. DUKE, SHYLOCK, ANTONIO, BASSANIO, Por .
TIA, and GRATIANO. Duke. MAKE room, and let him stand before Authority: *
our face Shylack, the world thinks, and I think so too, Pleading. That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then, 'tis thought Thoul't shew thy mercy and remorse, more strange : Than is thy strange apparent cruelty. And, where thou now exact'st the penalty, Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh (1)| Pity. Thou wilt not only lose the forfeiture, But, touch'd with humane gentleness and love, Pleading. Forgive a moiety of the principal, Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, '.
(1) See the note, page 155
That have of late brought down such ruin on
We all expect a gentie answer, Jew.
Upon your charter, and your city's freedom-
A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Obstinacy. Three thousand ducats ? I'll not answer that ;
But, say it is my humour; Is it answered ? Obstinacy. What if my house be troubled with a rat,
And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats,
To have it ban'd? What, are you answer'd yet? Reproof.
Bassanio. This is no answer, thou unfeeling
Shyl. I am not bound to please thee with my
Antonio. I pray you, think, you question with
no wrong. The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, Is dearly bought : 'tis mine, and I will have it,
(1) See Affectation, hypocritical, page 27.
[Enter Portia, disguised like a Doct. of Laws.] Duke. Give me your hand.
You come from Welcoming learn'd Bellario? Portia. I do,
I do, my Lord. Duke. You're welcome : take your place. Are you acgainted with the cause in question. Question,
Portia. I am informed thoroughly of the case. Answer. Which is the merchant here? and which the Question.
Deje&t. Port. Do you confess the bond?
Question. Ant. I do.
Deject. Port, Then must the Jew be merciful. Intreat. Shyl. On what comprulsion must 1? Tell me Obstinacy.
Port. The quality of mercy is not strained. Advising. It droppeth as the gentle rain from Heav'n. Upon the happy soil. It is twice blest, In him, who gives it; and in him, who takes. 'Tiş mightiest in the Mightiest. It becomes Reverence,
The throned monarch better that his crown; 7 Itself enthroned in the hearts of kings. It is the loveliest attribute of Deity; And earthly pow'r shews likest to divine, When mercy, seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Advising. Tho' justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, Reflection. And that same pray’r doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. Shyl. My deeds upon my head !
Obstinacy. I crave the legal forfeit of my bond.
Bass. For once I beg the court to bend the law Intreat. To equity. 'Tis worth a little wrong To curb this cruel devil of his will. Port. It must not be. There is no pow'r in Forbideling,
Can alter a decree established.
pray you let me look upon the bond. Shyl. Here'tis, most reverend doctor! Here
it is. Port. Shylock. there's thrice thy inoney
Port. (1) Why, this bond is forfeit,
Shyl. When it is paid according to the tenor.
I stay upon my bond.
Port. Why then, thus it is;
Shyl. Ay, his breast;
charge, To stop his wounds, least he should bleed to death.
Shyl. Is it so nominated in the bond ?
(1) Portia speaks all, to " Stop him, guards," without looking off the bond.