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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, -
A stage, where every man must play a part;
And mine a sad one.

The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ?

Ibid. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.

Ibid. I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark !

Ibid. I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.

Ibid. Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.

Ibid. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.

Ibid. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both, I oft found both.

Ibid. They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

Sc. 2. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

Ibid. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.


1 For the good that I would I do not; but the evil which I would not, that I do. — Romans viä. 19.

Sc. 3.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

l'he Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. He doth nothing but talk of his horse.

Ibid. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.

Ibid. When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

Ibid. I dote on his very absence.

Ibid. My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be landrats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.

Ibid. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.

What news on the

Ibid. I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. Ibid. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Ibid. A goodly apple rotten at the heart : 0, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me.
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whispering humbleness.

For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend ?

Rialto ?






O father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
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 ü. Sc. 1.

The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies 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, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! Sc. 6. Must I hold a candle to my shames ?

Ibid. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.

Ibid. All that glisters is not gold."

Sc. 7. Young in limbs, in judgment old.

Ibid. Even in the force and road of casualty.

Sc. 9.

1 See Chaucer, page 5

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. ?

The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. 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.

Sc. 2.
Tell me where is fancy bred,

Or in the heart or in the head ?
How begot, how nourished ?
Reply, reply.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being season'd with a gracious voice
Obscures the show of evil?

Ibid. There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue in his outward parts.

Ibid. Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea.

Ibid. The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.

Ibid. 1 See Heywood, page 10. ? I will play the swan and die in music. Othello, act v. sc. 2.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death.

King John, act v. sc. 7.
There, swan-like, let me sing and die. - BYRON : Don Juan, canto .

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

-SOCRATES: In Phaedo, 77.

8. 86.

to the God they serve. —

An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she


The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper !

Ibid. The kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies.

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 Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest : It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. "T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, 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, books line 301. Circa 1300.

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