Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. 1 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. Makes a swan-like end, Ibid. Fading in music.2 Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt Sc. 2. Ibid. 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 Ibid. The seeming truth which cunning times put on Ibid. 1 See Heywood, page 10. 2 I will play the swan and die in music. - Othello, act v. sc. 2. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who cants 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 iii. st. 86. 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 to the God they serve. SOCRATES: In Phaedo, 77. An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn.1 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 Wherein doth sit the dread and fear 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, book v. line 301. Circa 1300. When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; 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 "T is not in the bond. Speak me fair in death. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. An upright judge, a learned judge! A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. You take my house when you do take the prop He is well paid that is well satisfied. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st 1 "It is not nominated in the bond," - White. Ibid. 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 i. 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. Oh, how full of briers is this working-day world! Ibid. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Ibid. We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, Ibid. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, And this our life, exempt from public haunt, 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 dear," quoth he, "thou makest a testament Ibid. As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, For in my youth I never did apply Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 3. Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. Oh, good old man, how well in thee appears 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. |