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
The pretty follies that themselves commit.

√ 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?
How begot, how nourished?

Scene 1.

Act III.

Scene 2.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd;

It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath it is twice bless'd;
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 shews 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 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!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

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 :
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

Ibid.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee,
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale.* V Act 11.

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:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover ;
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow: Then, a soldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts,
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ;
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness, and mere oblivion:

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.