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The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
4. Thus ornament is but the gilded shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Vailing an Indian beauty; in a word,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
5. I know the gentleman
To be of worth and worthy estimation;
And, not without desert, so well reputed.
I knew him as myself; for from our infancy
We have conversed and spent our hours together:
And though myself have been an idle truant,
Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
Yet hath Sir Protheus — for that's his name —
Made use and fair advantage of his days:
His years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe;
And, in a word (for far behind his worth
Come all the praises which I now bestow),
He is complete m feature and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
6. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lamentest; Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
7. Protheus. My shame and guilt confound me Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
8. Valentine. Then I am paid;
Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased; By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased.
9. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do; Not light them for ourselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
As if we had them not.
10. Spirits are not finely touched
But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
11. Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses
12. Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
13. We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
14. Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Than fell and bruise to death. Alas! this gentleman
Whom I would save had a most noble father.
Let but your honor know (whom I believe
To be most strait in virtue)
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time cohered with place, or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood
Could have attained the effect of your own purpose,
Whether you had not, sometime in your life,
Erred in this point which now you censure him,
And pulled the law upon you.
15. O place! oh form!
How often dost thou, with thy case, thy habit,
16. Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
17. Happy thou art not:
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get;
IS. Dar'st thou die?
19. The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury and imprisonment,
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
20. Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; — we would and we would not.
21. My business in this state
But faults so countenanced that the strong statutes
22. That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear.
23. They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.
24. He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water
25. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be drest in an opinion
26. I do know of those
That, therefore, only are reputed wise
27. Mark you this, Bassanio!
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple Totten at the heart;
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
LESSON CLXXII. Trial Scene from the Merchant of Venice* — Shakspeare.
[The Duke, Antonio, Bassanio, Salanio, Gbatiano.]
Duke. What, is Antonio here?
Antonio. Ready, so please your grace.
Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer
Ant. I have heard
Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court.
Salanio. He's ready at the door; he comes, my lord.
Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face.
* The story of the play from which this scene is taken is simply thk: intonio had hecome the debtor of Shylock for the sum of three thousand ducats, to supply the necessities of his friend Bassanio. Shylock, a wealthy Jew, who lent the money, had a grudge against Antonio, and artfully exacted, as the condition of the loan, that if the money were not repaid on a certain day, he might cut a pound of flesh from the body of Antonio, "nearest his heart." Portia, the judge, is the wife of Bassanio, and Nerissa, her maid, is the wife of Gratiano ; but both are in disguise, and unknown to their husbands.
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy bosoms, and rough hearts of flint,
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never trained
To offices of tender courtesy.'
We all .expect a gentle answer, Jew.
Shylock. I have possessed your grace of what I purpose; And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn, To have the due and forfeit of my bond; If you deny it, let the danger light Upon your charter, and your city's freedom. You '11 ask me, why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Three thousand ducats : — I '11 not answer that; But say, it is my humor; is it answered? "What if my house be troubled with a rat, And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats To have it baned; what, are you answered yet? Some men there are, love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat; Now for your answer: As there is no firm reason to be rendered, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig; Why he, a harmless necessary cat; So can I give no reason, nor will I not, More than a lodged hate, and a certain loathing, I bear Antonio, that I follow thus A losing suit against him. Are you answered?
Bassanio. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man, To excuse the current of thy cruelty.
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
Bass. Do all men kill the things they do not love?
Shy. Hates any man the thing he would not kill?
Bass. Every offense is not a hate at first.
Shy. What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
Ant. I pray you, think you question with the Jew: