Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarléd oak, Than the soft myrtle: O, but man! proud man, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heav'n, Measure for Measure, Act II., Scene 7. THE PROCEDURE OF PROVIDENCE. He that of greatest works is finisher, So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown, When judges have been babes. Great floods have flown 'Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises: and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits. All's Well that Ends Well, Act II., Scene 3. SHYLOCK'S REVENGE.1 If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge: he hath disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million, laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. 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, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Christian wrong In a less tolerant age than the present the Jew was regarded with a species of horror. The Italian tale on which Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice is founded, represents a Jew as insisting on the fulfilment of a bond of a pound of his flesh from a Christian merchant on the failure of the payment of a sum of money. Shylock, the Jew of the play, replies as above to a remonstrance on his cruelty. a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. Merchant of Venice, Act III., Scene 1. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON DEATH. To be, or not to be, that is the question ;- To sleep!-perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub ;1 For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; Hamlet, Act III., Scene 2. 1 See note 7, p. 337. 2 The true reading is grunt. See note 7, p. 337. FAITHFUL FRIENDSHIP. Hamlet to Horatio. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man For what advancement may I hope from thee, To feed and clothe thee? Should the poor be flatter'd? Hamlet, Act III., Scene 4. DEATH OF CORIOLANUS.1 Enter, to the Lords of the City of Antium and the Conspirators, Coriolanus, marching with drums and colours; the Commons being with him. Cor. Hail, Lords! I am return'd your soldier; The Roman legend of Caius Marcius, surnamed Coriolanus for his exploits in the capture of the Volscian city of Corioli, is placed about the year B.C. 488. Notwithstanding his great public services, the haughty patrician, banished by the influence of the popular tribunes, joined the Volscians in their capital Antium; led their armies, and reduced Rome to the brink of ruin. He spared the city, at the entreaty of a deputation of the Roman matrons, headed by his wife and mother; on his return to Antium he was accused of betraying the interest of his allies, and murdered in a tumult. With bloody passage led your wars, even To the gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, The charges of the action. We've made peace Than shame to th' Romans: and we here deliver, Together with the seal o' th' senate, what Auf. Read it not, noble Lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree Cor. Traitor!- -how now! Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius. Cor. Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius. Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus, in Corioli? You Lords, and heads o' th' state, perfidiously Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars! Auf Name not the god! thou boy of tears! Auf. No more. Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart I'm forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave Lords, 1st Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak. Coriolanus is represented in the legendary history as having repeatedly defeated the Volscian general, Tullus Aufidius. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volscians; men and lads, Auf. Why, noble Lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? All Conspirators. Let him die for't. All People. Tear him to pieces; do it presently. my father. [The crowd speak promiscuously. -my daughter,-kill'd my 2d Lord. Peace,-no outrage-peace The man is noble, and his fame folds in Cor. O that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more,—his tribe, To use my lawful sword Auf. Insolent villain ! All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! [The Conspirators all draw, and kill Marcius, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold! HARDSHIPS OF ROYALTY. Soliloquy of Henry V. O hard condition, and twin-born with greatness,- And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony! 1 His fame overspread the world.-Johnson. 2 For judicial. |