Often have you heard that told; Many a man his life hath sold, But my outside to behold, Gilded worms do worms infold.-Act 2, Sc. 7. Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy : Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.+-Act 2, Sc. 9. Shy. 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 cooled 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 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.-Act 3, Sc. I. Shy. A bankrupt, a prodigal who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto.-Act 3, Sc. I. SONG. Tell me where is fancy bred, * Spenser in the "Faërie Queene," II. viii. 14, wrote:- And George Herbert has, in his "Jacula Prudentum," "All is not gold that glisters." In Farquhar's "The Recruiting Officer," Act 3, Sc. 2, Captain Brazen says: "Hanging and marriage, you know, go by destiny." It is engender'd in the eyes, Let us all ring fancy's knell! I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell. Act 3, Sc. 2. Bass. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. To render them redoubted!—Act 3, Sc. 2. Lau. When I shun Scylla your father, I fall into Charybdis your mother.Act 3, Sc. 5.* Por. The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven The throned monarch better than his crown; *The origin of this phrase is found in the following extract from the works of Philip Gualtier, a poet of the thirteenth century: "Inudis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim." D His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, And earthly power doth then show likest God's, Shy. A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel. Gra. Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip. Gra. A Daniel, still say I; a second Daniel ! Act 4, Sc. I. Act 4, Sc. I. I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. Act 4, Sc. I. Shy. Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that; You take my house, when you do take the prop Por. He is well paid that is well satisfied. Act 4, Sc. I. Act 4, Sc. I. Lor. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Act 5, Sc. I. Lor. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Let no such man be trusted.—Act 5, Sc. 1. Por. How far that little candle throws his beams! Por. A substitute shines brightly as a king, Act 5, Sc. I. Por. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, How many things by season, season'd are, To their right praise and true perfection!—Act 5, Sc. I. AS YOU LIKE IT. Cel. Since the little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little foolery, that wise men have, makes a great show. Act 1, Sc. 2. Act 1, Sc. 3. Ros. O, how full of briars is this working-day world! Duke S. Sweet are the uses of adversity, 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, Ami. Under the greenwood tree, Act 2, Sc. I. Who loves to lie with me And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enemy But winter and rough weather.—Act 2, Sc. 5. Jaq. I can suck melancholy out of a song.—Act 2, Sc. 5. Jaq. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool; a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. 'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune :' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, And thereby hangs a tale.'* we rot and rot; When I did hear * See "Taming of the Shrew," Act 4, Sc. 1. Grumio: "And thereby hangs a tale." "Merry Wives of Windsor," Act 1, Sc. 4. Quickly: "Well, thereby hangs a tale." |