With 'bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this? Act 1. Scène 3. It is a wise father that knows his own child. Fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Love is blind, and lovers cannot see √ Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and * "Yet gold all is not that doth golden seeme." Spenser's Fairie Queen, II. viii. 14. If you tickle cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? like If we are you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. Act III. Tell me, where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? Scene 1. Act III. Scene 2. 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 enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then shew likest God's, When mercy seasons justice. Act IV. Scene I A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip. 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. √The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted, Act v. Scene 1. How far that little candle throws his beams! Ibid. AS YOU LIKE IT. O, how full of briars is this working-day world! Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, For in my youth I never did apply Ibid. Master, go on, and I will follow thee, And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, Scene 7.. Ibid. Motley's the only wear. *Thereby hangs a tale. This expression occurs elsewhere in Shakspere's Plays.-See "Taming of the Shrew," Act iv., Scene 1. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; Is second childishness, and mere oblivion: Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. |