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The skilful shep!ierd peeld ine certain wands, That flew the fophy, and a Persian prince,
And, in the doing of the deed of kind,

That won three licids of sultan Solyman,-
He stuck then up before the fullome ewes; I would o'ertiare the sternest cyes

that look,
Who, then concciving, did in caning time Out-brave the heart most daring on the eaith,
Fall party-colour'd lambs, and those were Jacob's. Pluck the young fucking cubs from the the-bear,
This was a way to thrive, and he was Lleft;

Yea mock the lion when he roars for prey,
And thritt is blefling, if men ftcal it not. To win thee, lady : But, alas the while !

Ant. This was a venture, Sir,that Jacobferv'd for; If Hercules and Lychas play at dice
A thing not in his power to bring to pals, Which is the better man, the greater throw
But rivay'd, and fashion'd by the hand of Heaven. May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
Was this inserted to make interest good : So is Alcides beaten by his page;
Or is your gold and filver ewes and rams? And to may I, blind fortune leading ine,

5b;l. I cannot ecll; I make it breed as fast : Mifs that which one unworthier may attain, But note me, lignior.

And die with grieving.
Ant. Mark you this, Bassanio,

Gravity asumed.
The devil can cite feripture for his purpose. Bal.- -But hcar chce, Gratiano ;
An evil ful producing holy witness

Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;
Is like a villain with a liniling cheek;

Parts that become thee happily enough, A goo apple, rotten at the heart :

And in such eves as ours appear not faults; 0, what a goodly outside fallchood hath! But where thou art not known, why, there they

thew The Jew's Expulation.

Somcthing too liberal; pray thce, take pain Signior Anthonio, many a rime and ofc

To allay with fome cold drops of modeity In the Rialto you have rated me

Thy skipping spirit; lcst, through thy wild beha-
About my monies, and my utances:

I bi mi contirued in the place I go to, [viour,
Still liaio I burne it with a patient Ihrus, And lose my hopes.
For fuffrance is the badge of all our tribe. Gra.--Signior Baíłanio, hcar me.
You call me misbclicver, cut-throat dog, If I do not put on a fiber habit,
And spit upon my Juwith gabardinc,

Talk with respect, and lis car but now and then,
And all for use of that which is my own. Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely;
Well then, it now appears you need my help :- Nay more, while grace is Taying, hold mine eyes
Go to then;- you come to me, and you fav, Thus with iny hat, and figh, and lay Amen;

Shylock, we would have monies; "—you say fo; U'te all the obiervance of ċivility,
You, that did void your rheum upon my bcard, Like one well studied in a fad oitent
And foot nie as you spurn a stranger-cur To please his grandam-never trust me moru.
Over your threthold:-Monies is vour fuit.
What should I tay to you ? - Should I not say,

The Jew's Commands to bis Daughter.

Hear “ Hath a dog money : ---Is it poflible

you me, Jellica: A cur can lead three thousand ducats".

Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum, Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,

And the vile fqueaking of the wry-neck'd fire,
With 'bated breath and whispring humbleness, or thruit your head into the public frett,

Clamber not you up to the calements then,
Say this, " Fair Sir, you spit on me on Wed- To gaze on Chriftian fools with varwin'd faces:

nesday last;
You spurn'd me such a day; another time

But stop my houte's ears;-I mean my cateYou callid me dog; and for these courteties

Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
I'll lend you thus much monies :"

My fober houte.
A Villain's fair Offers fufpicions.
I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.

Shylock's Description of his Servant.

Shyl. The patch is kind enough; but a huge
An Apology for a black Complexion.

feeder, Milike me not for my complexion,

Snail-llow in profit, and he flecps by day
The shadow'd livery of the burnith'd run, More than the wild cat. Drones hive not with me:
'To whom I am a neighbour, and near biod. Therefore I part with him; and part with him
Bring me the fairest creature northern boin, To one, that I would have hiin help tu wafte
Where Phabus' sic scarce thaws the icicles, His borrowed puric.
And let us make incifiou for your love,

Fruition more languid than Expectation.
To prove who:c blood is reddeft, his or mine.

0, ten times fafter Venus' pigeons fly I tvilshee, lady, this alpeet of mine

To Ical love's bondo new' made, than they are wont Blaih tour'd the valiant : by my love, I fucar

To keep obliged faith unforfeited.
The better garded virgins of our ciiine

-Who riseth from a feast
Hlave lord it too: I would not change this hue
Except to lical your thoughts, any gentle queen.

With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Where is the horie that doch untread again
Merit no Match for the Caprice of Fortune. His tedious meatures with the unbated fire

-Lead me to the caikets, That he did pace them first? All things that are,
To try my fortune.
By the toymitar,
Are with more spirit chaled than enjoy'd.


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How like a younker, or a prodigal,

From the truc fccdof honour! and howmuch honour The foarfed bark puts from her native bav, Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, Hugg'd and embraced by the trumpet-wind ! To be new varnith'd! How like a prodigal doth the return;

Love's Messenger compared to an April Day. With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged fails,

I have not leen
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the iti umput-wind! So likely an ambassador of love ;
Portia's Suiter's.

A day in April never came to tivect,
From the four corners of the earth they come To thew how costly fummaer was at hand,
To kiis this thrine, this mortal breathing laint. As this forc-Ipurrer comes before his lord.
Th' Hyrcanian deserts, and thic vasty wilds

Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares

Let music found, while he doth make his Now, for princes to come view fair Portia.

choice! The wat ry kingdom, whole ambitious head Then, if he lołe, he makes afwan-like end, Spies in the face of heaven, is no bar

Fading in music.-That the comparison To stop the foreign spirits ; but they come, May stand more proper, my eye thall be the stream As o'er a brook, to fee fair Portia.

And watry death-bed for him : he may win; Tbe Parling of Friends.

And what is music then Then music is, I saw Baffanio and Anthonio part:

Ercn as the flourish, when true subjects bow Ballanio told him, he would make fome speed To a new-crownd monarch: luch it is Of his return: he antivered, “ Do not 10; As are those dulcct founds in break of day, Slubber not bulinets for my lake, Bassanio, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, But stay the very riping of the time;

And lummon him to marriage.And for the Jew's bord, which he hath of me,

Now he goes Let it not cntcr in your mind of love.

With no less presence, but with much more love, Be merry; and employ your chiefest thoughts


Alcides, when he did redeem
To courtship, and luch fair ostents of love The virgin tribute paid by bowling Troy
As shall conveniently become you therc.” To the Ica-monfter: I stand for facrifice;
And even there, his cye being big with tears, The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him, With bleared vilages, come forth to view
And with arfection wondrous sensible

The issue of the exploit.
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and to they parted.

A Song. On Fancy.
Falfe Judgment of the Many.

Fortunc now,

Tell me, where is fancy bred, To my hcare's hope !--Gold, filver, and base Or in the hcart, or in the head? jcad.

(he hath." How begot, bow nourished? “ W'ho chooseth me, muft give and hazard all

Reply. You thall look fairer, cre I give or hazard.

II. What says the golden chest: ha ! let mc tee:

It is engender'd in the eyes; “ Who chooteth me, thall gain what many men With gazing fed; and fancy dics defire."

mcant In the cradle where it lies: What inany men defire !—That many may be

Let us all ring fancy's knell; Of the fool multitude, that choofd by thow,

I'll begin it,Dingdong, bell. Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach: The Deceit of Ornament or Appearances. Which pries not to the interior, but, like the Su may the outward thows he least themícives. martlct,

The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. Builds in the weather on the outward wall, In law, what plea to tainted and corrupt, Even in the force and road of casualtv.

But, being leaton'd with a gracious voice, I will noc choose what many meh dciire, Obscures the show of evil. In religion, Because I will not jump with common fpirits, What damned error, but fome fober brow And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. Will blets it, and approve it with a text,

Honour ought 19 be conferred on Merit only. Hiding the grofinets with fair ornament?

Why then to thee, thou filver treasure-house; There is no vice to timple, but affumes Tell me once more what title thou dost bear: Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. Who chooteth me, thall get as much as he How many cowards, u hose hearts are all as false deferves."

As stairs of land, wear vet upon their chins And well faid too; for who Mall go about The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars; To cozen fortunc, and be honourable

Who, inward scarch'd, have livers white as milk! Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume And thete assume but valour's cxcrement, To wcar an undcierved dignity.

To render them redoubted. Look on beauty, O, that eftatcs, degrees and offices,

And you thall tee, 'tis purchas d by the weight; Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour Which therein works a miracle in nature, Were purchas'd by the incrit of the wearer! Making thein tightest that wear most of it. llow many then should cover, that stand bare! So are those criipcu, inaky, golden locks, How many be commanded that command ! Which make such wanton gambols with the wind llow much low pealantry would then be glean'd! Upon fuppofid fairness, often knywa


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To be the dowry of a second head,

As, after some oration fairly spoke
The scull that bred them, in the scpulchre. By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Thus ornament is but the guiled Thore

Among the buzzing, pleased multitude;
To a most dangerous sea ; the beauteous scarf Where every something, being blent together,
Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,

Turns to a wild of nothing, lave of joy
The seeming truth which cunning times put on Exprest, and not expreft.
T'entrap the wifeft—Therefore, thou gaudy gold,

Valuable Friend.
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee: Por. Is it your dear friend that is thus in
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge trouble?
'Tween man and man: but thou, thou mcagre lead, Bal. Thcdearest friend to me, the kindeft many
Which rather threat'neft than dost promise aught, The best condition d, and unwearied spirit
Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence, In doing courtesies; and one in whom
And here choote I; joy be the consequence ! The ancient Roman honour more appears,
Joy on Saccess.



that draws brcath in Italy.
How all the other passions fleet to air,

Por. What sum owes he the Jew?.
As doubtful thoughts, and raih embrac'd defpair, Bag. For me, three thousand ducats,
And thuddering fear, and green-ey'd jealousy! Por. What, no more?
O love, be moderate, allay thy ccstasy,

Pay him fix thousand, and deface the bond;
In measure rein thy joy, scant this excess; Double six thousand, and then treble that,
I feel too much thy bleiling, make it lets, Before a friend of this description
For fear I surfcit !

Should lote a hair thro' my Bassanio's fault.
Portia's Picture.

Implacable Revenge.
What find I here?

I'll have my bond ; I will not hear thee speak,
Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.
Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes : I'll not be made a foft and dull-eyed fool
Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, To Shake the head, relent, and ligh and yield
Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips To christian interceflors.
Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar [hairs

Generous Friendship
Should sunder luch lwect friends : Herc in her Lor. Madam, although I speak it in your pre-
The painter plays the spider; and hath woven You have a noble and a true conceit [fence,
A golden meth i'intrap the hearts of men, Of godlike amity : which appears most strongly
Falter than gnats in cobwebs: but her eyes, In bearing thus the abience of your lora.
How could he fee to do them? Having made one, But, if you know to whom you hew this honour,
Methinks it should have power to steal both his, How true a gentleman you send' relief,
And leave itself unfurnished,

How dcar a lover of my lord your husband,
Successful Lover compared to a Conqueror. I know you would be prouder of the work

Like one of two contending in a prizc, Than customary bounty can enforce you.
That thinks he hath done well in peoples' eyes, Por, I never did repent for doing good,
Hcaring applause and universal thout,

Nor shall not now: for in companions
Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt,

That do converse and wake the time together,
Whether those peals of praise be his or no; Whofe fouls do bear an equal yoke of love,
So, thrice fair lady, stand I, even so.

There must be needs a like proportion
An amiable Bride.

Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit;
Portia. Tho' for inyself alone

Which makes me think, that this Anthonio,
I would not be ambitious in my wish,

Being the bofom lover of my lord,
To with myself much better; yet for you Must needs be like my lord: if it be so,
I would be trebled twenty times myfélf; (rich; How little is the cost Í have bestow'd,
AthouLandtimes more fair, ten thousand timesmore In purchasing the semblance of my soul
'That only to itand high in your account, From out the state of hellith cruchy!
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, This comes too near the praising of myself ;.
Exceed account: but the full sum of me

Therefore no more of it.
Is sum of fomething; which, to term in gross,

A pert, bragging Youth.
Is an unleffon'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis d:

I'll hold thee any wager,
Happy in this, she is not yet fo old

When we are both accoutred like young men,
But the may learn; happier than this, in that

I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
She is not bred so dull but the can learn ; And wear iny dagger with a braver grace;
Happiest of all is, that her gentle fpirit

And speak, between the change of man and boy,
Commits itself to yours to be directed,

With a ned voice; and turn two mincing steps
As from her lord, her governor, her king. Into a manly stride ; and speak of frays;
kovers Thoughts compared to tbe inarticulate Like a fine bragging youth: and tell quaint lies,
Yoys of a Crowd.

How honourable ladies sought my love,
Bal. Madam, you have bereft me of all words; Which I denying, they fell sick and died;
Only my blood fpeaks to you in my veins: I could not do with all; then I'll repent,
And there is: fuch confusion in my powers, And with, for all that, that I had not kill'd them!

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And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell ; As seek to foften that (than which what's harder ?
That men ihall swear I have discontinued school His Jewith hcart.
Above a twelvemonth: I have within my mind

A thousand raw tricks of these bragging jacks

Duke. How thalt thou hope for mercy, rend'ring,
Which I will practise.

none ? Affectation in Words.

Shyl. What judgment shall I dread, doing no O dear discretion, how his words are suited!

wrong? The fool hath planted in his memory

You have annong you many a purchas'd save,
An army of good words; and I do know Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,
A many fools that stand in better place,

You use in abject and in Navish parts,
Garnith'd like him, that for a trickly word

Because you bought them : Thall Į fay to you,
Defy the matter,

Let them be free, marry them to your heirs ; Portia's Merit.

Why sweat they under vurdens let their beds It is very mect

Be made as foft as yours, and let their palates The lord Bassanio live an upright life;

Be feason'd with such viands ? you will answer,

The flaves are yours. So do I answer you:
For, having such a bleiling in his lady,
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth;

The pound of Acth, which I demand of him,
And, if on earth he do not mean it, it

Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it :
Is reason he should never come to heaven.

If you deny me, fie upon your law!
Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match, There is no force in the deerees of Venice :
And on the wager lay two earthly women,

I stand for judgment : answer; thall I have it?
And Portia one-there must be fomething else Jew's wolf Spirit, an Argument for Trans-
Pawn'd with the other ; for the poor rude world

migration. Hath not her fellow.

Gra. Oh, be thou damn'd, inexorable dog!

And for thy life, let justice be accus’d.
The Jew's Reason for bis Revenge.
. I have polreis d your grace of weat I Thou almost mak'it me waver in my faith,

To hold opinion with Pythagoras,

That souls of animals infuse themselves
And by our holy sabbath have I sworn,

Into the trunks of men: thy currith spirit
To have the duc and forfeit of my bond,

Governd a wolf, who, hang'd for human Naughter,
If you deny it, let the danger light

Even from the gallows did his fell foul feet, Upon your charter, and your city's freedom,

And, whilft thou lay'st in thy unhallow'd dam,
You'll alk me, why I rather chufe to have

Infus'd itself in thee; for thy desires
A weight of carrion Hesh, than to receive
Three thousand ducats : I'll not answer that;

Are wolfista, bloody, starv'd, and ravenous.

Shyl. Till thou canst rail the teal from off my But, say, it is my humour. Is it answer'd ?

What if my house be troubled with a rat,

Thou but oftend'st thy lungo to speak so loud :
And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats
To have it bancd ? What, are you antwer'd yet?

Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall

To curelcis ruin.- I stand here for law.
Some men there are, love not a giging pig;
Some that are mad if they behold a cat ;
And others, when the bag-pipe fings i' th' nose, It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven

The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
Cannot contain their urine for affedtion :

Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed;
Masters of pallion fway it to the mood
Of what it likes, or loaths. Now, for your anfwer: 1it blelseth him that gives, and laim that takes.

'Tis mighticft in the mightieft; it becomes
As there is no firm reason to be render'd,

The throned monarch better than his crown : Why he cannot abide a gaping pig;

His fceptre ihews the force of temporal pow'r,
Why hc, a harmless necessary cat ;

The attribute to awe and majesty,
Why he, a woollen bag-pipe; but of forse

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
Muit yield to such inevitable shame

But mercy is above the sceptred fivay.
As to offend, himself being offended;

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
So can I give no reason, nor I will not,

It is an attribute to God himself;
More than a lodgʻd hate and a certain loathing

And earthly pow'r doth then thew likest God's,
I bear Anthonio, that I follow thus

When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd ?

Though justice be thy plea, consider this
Unfeeling Revenge.

That, in the course of justice, none of us
may as well go stand upon the beach, Should see salvation: we do

pray mercy ; And bid the main food bate his usual height; And that samc


doth tcach us all to render You may as well use questions with the wolf,

The deeds of mercy.
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;

Juftice must be impartial.
You may as well forbid the mountain pines

wag their high tops, and to make no noise, Wreft once the laws to your authority :
When they are fretted with the gutts of heaven; To do a great right, do a little wrong;
You may as well do any thing most bard, And curb this cruel devil of his will.



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Pór. It must not be ; there is no pow'r in Venice | But in his motion like an angel sings, Can alter a decree established:

Still quiring to the young-eved cherubins : 'Twill be recorded for a procedent;

Such harmony is in immortal fouls; And many an crror, by the same example, But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Will ruth into the state : it cannot be.

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.Cheerful Refignation, with friendly Tenderness. Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn;

With sweetest touches pierce your mistress car,
Ant. I am arm'd and well prepar'd-

And draw her home with music.
Give me your hand, Baitanio; fare you well!
Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you ;

Fes. I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Lór. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: For herein fortune thew herself more kind

For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Than is her custom. It is still her use,

Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, To let the wretched man outlive his wealth,

Fetc ing madbounds,bellowing and ncighingloud, To view with hollow eve, and wrinkled brow,

Which is the hot condition of their blood; An age of poverty; from which ling ring penance | If they perchance but hcar a trumpet found, Of such misery doth the cut me off.

Or any air of music touch their ears, Cominend me to your honourable wife :

You shall perceive them make a muival stand, Tell her the process of Anthoniu's end;

Their tavage eyes turn'd to a modett gaze, Say, how I lov'd vou, speak me fair in death;

By the sweet pow'r of music. Therefore, the poco And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge,

Did fcign that Orpheus drew trees, ftoncs, and Whether Bassanio had not once a love.

toods; Ropent not you that you thall lose your friend,

Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage,
And he repents not that he pays your debt.

But music for the time doth change his nature.
Ample Payment.

The man that hath not music in himself,
He is well paid, that is well latished.

Nor is not mov'd'with concord of sweet sounds,

Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ;
Description of a Moon-light Night, with fine Music. The motions of his fpirit are dull as night,
Lor. The moon thines bright : in such a night And his affections dark as Erebus :
as this,

Let no such man be trusted.
When the fiveet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noile; in fuch a night,

A good Deed compared 10 a Candle, and the Effeas
Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojans wall,

of Time, Circumstance, &c. And lighd his soul toward thc Grecian tents, Por. How far that little candlethrows his beams! Where Crellid lay that night.

So things a good deed in a naughty world. fel. In such a night,

Ner. When the moon thone, we did not see the Did Thitbe fearfully o`ertrip the dew;

candle. And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,

Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less : And ran dilmavid away.

A substitute thines brightly as a king, Lor. In such a night,

Until a king be by; and then his fiate Stood Dido with a willow in her hand

Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Upon the wild-lea banks, and waft her love Into the main waters. Music! hark! Po come again to Carthage.

Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house. Jef. In such a night,

Por. Nothing is good, I fce, without respect; Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs,

Methinks it sounds much livecter than by day. That did rorew old Efon.

Ner. Silence betiows that virtue on it, madam. Lor. In such a night,

Por. The crow does fag as twectly as the lark Did Jeslica steal from the wealthy Jew;

When neither is attended; and, I think, And with an unthrift love did run froin Venice, The nightingale, if the should sing by day, As far as Belmont.

When ev'ry goole is cackliny, would be thought If. And in such a night,

No better a musician than the wren. Did young Lorenzo swear, hc lor d her well; How many things by scafon season d are Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,

To their right prailc, and true perfection! And nc'er a true onc.

Peace, hoa! the moon ileeps with Endymion,
Lor. And in such a night,

And would not be awak'd!
Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrer',
Slander her love, and he forgave it her.

Moon-light Night.

This night, mcthinks, is but the day-light fick;
How fiveet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank! It looks a litile paler; 'tis a day,
Here will wc fit, and let the sounds of music Such as the day is when the sun is hid.
Creep in our ears; soft ftillness and the night
Become the touches of tweet harmony.

Profesions needless, where Intentions are fincere.
Sit, Jellica ; look, how the poor of heaven

Sir, you are very welcome to our house: Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; It must appear in other ways than words, There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'ft, Therefore I scant this brcathing courtcly.




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