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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.
Ibid. Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music.
Or in the heart or in the head ?
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.
1 See Heywood, page 10.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
King John, act r. 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;
The Merchant of Venice. Act iüi. Sc. 2.
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.
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. 'Tis 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, book v. line 301. Circa 1300.
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Ibid. Is it so nominated in the bond ? 1
'T is not in the bond.
Speak me fair in death.
Ibid. An upright judge, a learned judge !
Ibid. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.
Ibid. I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. Ibid. You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When
you do take the means whereby I live. Ibid. He is well paid that is well satisfied.
Ibid. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. 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 But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims. Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Act v. Sc. 1. I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
1 “It is not nominated in the bond," — White.
The man that hath no music in himself,
The Merchant of Venice. Acl v. Sc. 1
Ibid. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection!
Ibid. This night methinks is but the daylight sick.
Ibid. These blessed candles of the night.
Ibid. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people.
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. Ibid. My pride fell with my fortunes.
Ibid. Cel. Not a word ? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
Sc. 3. 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, As many other mannish cowards have.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
As You Like It. Act ië. Sc. 1.
The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase.
Ibid. “ Poor dear," quoth he, “thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much."
Ibid. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens.
Ibid. And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age !
Sc. 3. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
Ibid. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Ibid. Oh, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion.
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.