When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. The deeds of mercy. A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! Is it so nominated in the bond? 1 'Tis not in the bond. Speak me fair in death. An upright judge, a learned judge! Ibid. lbid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. prop You take my house when you do take the How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st 1 "It is not nominated in the bond."- White. Ibia. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Let no such man be trusted. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1 How far that little candle throws his beams! Ibid. Ibid. This night methinks is but the daylight sick. Ibid. Ibid. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Ibid. We will answer all things faithfully. Ibid. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. As You Like It. Act t. Sc. 2. The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Ibid. Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. Ibid. Your heart's desires be with you! Ibid. One out of suits with fortune. Ibid Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. O, how full of briers is this working-day world! Ibid. Ibid. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.” Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, For in my youth I never did apply O, good old man, how well in thee appears Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Sc. 4. I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. Ibid. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. Sc. 5. I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. Sc. 7 And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, As You Like It. Act . Sc 7. And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." Ibid. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.1 Ibid. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; An hour by his dial. Motley's the only wear. If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd In mangled forms. I must have liberty Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. Ibid. The "why" is plain as way to parish church. Ibid Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. Ibid. True is it that we have seen better days. Ibid. The same in The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1; in Othello, act iii. sc. 1; in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4; and in As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7. RABELAIS: book v. chap. iv. And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. And all the men and women merely players.1 Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Sans teeth, 1 The world's a theatre, the earth a stage, Ibid. Ibid. THOMAS HEYWOOD: Apology for Actors. 1612. A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre.-MONTAIGNE: Of the most Excellent Men. |