Which is the
merchant
here, and which the Jew?
Warner - World's Best Literature - v23 - Sha to Sta
,
United States Commissioner of Education,
BUREAU OF EDUCATION, Washington, D. C.
MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Literature in the
CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICA, Washington, D. C.
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V
TABLE OF CONTENTS
VOL. XXIII
SHAKESPEARE (Continued from Vol. xxii. )
Dogberry Captain of the Watch (Much Ado About Noth-
ing')
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Shylock and Antonio (The Merchant of Venice')
Launcelot and Old Gobbo (same)
The Quality of Mercy (same)
Lorenzo and Jessica (same)
Rosalind, Orlando, Jaques ('As You Like It')
Richard II. in Prison ('King Richard II. ')
Falstaff and Prince Hal (First Part of 'King Henry IV. ')
Falstaff's Army (same)
Falstaff in Battle (same)
Henry's Wooing of Katharine (King Henry V. ')
Gloster and Anne: Gloster's Soliloquy (King Richard III. ')
Love Scene from 'Romeo and Juliet'
Antony's Speech over Cæsar's Body (Julius Cæsar')
Macbeth before the Deed ("Macbeth")
Hamlet's Soliloquy (Hamlet')
Othello's Wooing ('Othello')
LIVED
BY GEORGE E. WOODBERRY
From 'Prometheus Unbound':
Chorus of Furies
Voice in the Air
Asia
Last Hour of Beatrice (The
Cenci')
Adonais
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
Ozymandias
1792-1822
PAGE
13227
13265
The Indian Serenade
Ode to the West Wind
The Sensitive Plant: Part First
The Cloud
To a Skylark
Arethusa
Hymn of Pan
To Night
To
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WILLIAM SHENSTONE
Pastoral Ballad
Song
RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN
Disappointment ('A Pastoral')
Hope (same)
Much Taste and Small Estate (The Progress of Taste')
From The Schoolmistress'
vi
Mrs. Malaprop's Views ('Rivals')
Sir Lucius Dictates a Cartel (same)
The Duel (same)
The Scandal Class Meets (School for Scandal')
Matrimonial Felicity (same)
Sir Peter and Lady Teazle Agree to Disagree (same)
Auctioning Off One's Relatives (same)
JOHN HENRY SHORTHOUSE
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
BY BRANDER MATTHEWS
The Pleasures of Friendly Criticism (The Critic')
Rolla's Address to the Peruvian Warriors ('Pizarro')
LIVED
1714-1763
1834-
Inglesant Visits Mr. Ferrar's Religious Community (John
Inglesant')
The Visit to the Astrologer (same)
John Inglesant Makes a Journey, and Meets his Brother's
Murderer (same)
HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ
The Arrival in Arcadia
Astrophel and Stella
Sonnets to Stella
1751-1816
BY PITTS DUFFIELD
Basia Works a Miracle (Pan Michael')
Basia and Michael Part (same)
The Funeral of Pan Michael (same)
1554-1586
1846-
BY CHARLES HARVEY GENUNG
Zagloba Captures a Banner (With Fire and Sword')
Podbipienta's Death (same)
PAGE
13307
13317
13363
13385
13399
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vii
EDWARD ROWLAND SILL
Opportunity
Home
The Fool's Prayer
WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS
SIMONIDES OF CEOS
The Doom of Occonestoga (The Yemassee')
The Burden of the Desert
LIVED
1841-1887
A Morning Thought
Strange
Life
BY WALTER MILLER
JULIUS SLOWACKI
Danaë's Lament
From the Epinician Ode for Scopas'
Inscription for an Altar Dedicated to Artemis
Epitaph for Those who Fell at Thermopyla
Fragment of a Scolion
Time is Fleeting
Virtue Coy and Hard to Win
Epitaphs
JEAN CHARLES SIMONDE DE SISMONDI
ANNIE TRUMBULL SLOSSON
Butterneggs
1806-1870
(
B. C. 556-468
From Mindowe'
I Am So Sad, O God!
BY HUMPHREY J. DESMOND
Boccaccio's 'Decameron' (Literature of the South of
Europe')
1773-1842
The Troubadour (same)
Italy in the Thirteenth Century ('A History of the Italian
Republics')
PAGE
13439
A Fifteenth-Century Soldier: Francesco Carmagnola (same)
The Ruin of Florence and its Republic: 1530 (same)
18-
13445
1809-1849
13462
13471
13487
13508
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ADAM SMITH
SYDNEY SMITH
The Prudent Man (The Theory of Moral Sentiments')
Of the Wages of Labor (The Wealth of Nations')
Home Industries: Of Restraints upon the Importation from
Foreign Countries of Such Goods as can be Produced
at Home (same)
Of Military and General Education (same)
BY RICHARD T. ELY
viii
GOLDWIN SMITH
John Pym (Three English Statesmen')
The Puritan Colonies (Lectures on the Study of History')
1771-1845
The Education of Women
John Bull's Charity Subscrip-
tions
Wisdom of Our Ancestors
Latin Verses
Mrs. Siddons
TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT
LIVED
1723-1790
DENTON J: SNIDER
SOCRATES
1823-
Dogs
Hand-Shaking
Small Men
Macaulay
Specie and Species
Daniel Webster
Review of the Novel 'Granby'
BY PITTS DUFFIELD
A Naval Surgeon's Examination in the Eighteenth Cen-
tury (Roderick Random')
Roderick is "Pressed" into the Navy (same)
Roderick Visits a Gaming-House (same)
1721-1771
Old-Fashioned Love-Making; An Old-Fashioned Wedding
(Peregrine Pickle')
Humphrey Clinker is Presented to the Reader (Expedi-
tion of Humphrey Clinker')
1841-
The Battle of Marathon ('A Walk in Hellas')
469? -399 B. C.
BY HERBERT WEIR SMYTH
PAGE
13519
Socrates Refuses to Escape from Prison (Plato's 'Crito')
Socrates and Euthydemus (Xenophon's 'Memorabilia')
13556
13556
13575
13601
13627
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ix
SOCRATES-Continued:
SOLON
Duty of Politicians to Qualify Themselves (Xenophon's
'Memorabilia ')
Before the Trial (same)
SOPHOCLES
Defense of his Dictatorship
Solon Speaks his Mind to the Athenians
Two Fragments
From 'Antigone'
From
Electra'
From the Trachiniæ'
ROBERT SOUTHEY
ÉMILE SOUVESTRE
HERBERT SPENCER
638? -559? B. C.
BY J. P. MAHAFFY
The Holly-Tree
Stanzas Written in my Library
The Inchcape Rock
The Battle of Blenheim
The Old Woman of Berkeley
The Curse (The Curse of Kehama')
EDMUND SPENSER
495-405? B. C.
LIVED
(
(
1806-1854
The Washerwomen of Night (Le Foyer Breton')
The Four Gifts (same)
From Edipus Rex'
From Edipus at Colonus'
From 'Ajax'
BY F. HOWARD COLLINS
1774-1843
BY J. DOUGLAS BRUCE
1820-
PAGE
13642
Prothalamion; or, A Spousall Verse
Belphœbe the Huntress (Faery Queene')
The Cave of Mammon (same)
Sir Guyon and the Palmer Visit and Destroy the Bower
of Bliss (same)
13647
13677
Manners and Fashion (Illustrations of Universal Progress')
1552? -1599
13693
13707
13751
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FRIEDRICH SPIELHAGEN
From Quisisana'
BENEDICT SPINOZA
BY JOSIAH ROYCE
The Improvement of the Understanding
Mental Freedom
Superstition and Fear
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD
The Godmothers
The King's Dust
On an Old Woman Singing
MADAME DE STAËL
X
From
From
From 'On Germany'
Delphine'
Corinne'
LIVED
1829-
1632-1677
1766-1817
Close of the Introduction to the Treatise on the Influ-
ence of the Passions'
1835-
At the Potter's
Equations
"When First You Went"
From the 'Preliminary Discourse to the Treatise on Lit-
erature'
Napoleon (Considerations on the French Revolution')
Necker (same)
Persecutions by Napoleon (Ten Years of Exile')
Rome Ancient and Modern ('Corinne')
PAGE
13772
13785
13805
13823
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LIST OF PORTRAITS
IN VOL. XXIII
Percy Bysshe Shelley
William Shenstone
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
John Henry Shorthouse
Sir Philip Sidney
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Edward Rowland Sill
William Gilmore Simms
Jean Charles Simonde de Sismondi
Julius Slowacki
Adam Smith
Goldwin Smith
Sydney Smith
Tobias George Smollett
Denton J. Snider
Socrates
Solon
Sophocles
Robert Southey
Herbert Spencer
Edmund Spenser
Friedrich Spielhagen
Benedict Spinoza
Harriet Prescott Spofford
Madame de Staël
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SHAKESPEARE
[Selections continued from Volume xxii. ]
DOGBERRY CAPTAIN OF THE WATCH
From Much Ado About Nothing'
Scene: A Street. Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch.
OGBERRY Are you good men and true?
DOGE Verges- Yea, or else it were pity but they should suffer
salvation, body and soul.
Dogberry-Nay, that were a punishment too good for them,
if they should have any allegiance in them, being chosen for the
prince's watch.
Verges-Well, give them their charge, neighbor Dogberry.
Dogberry-First, who think you the most desartless man to
be constable?
First Watch - Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; for they
can write and read.
Dogberry-Come hither, neighbor Seacoal. God hath blessed
you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of
fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.
Second Watch - Both which, master constable,—
Dogberry - You have: I knew it would be your answer.
Well, for your favor, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no
boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear
when there is no need of such vanity. You are thought here to
be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch;
therefore, bear you the lantern. This is your charge. You shall
comprehend all vagrom men: you are to bid any man stand, in
the prince's name.
Second Watch - How, if 'a will not stand?
Dogberry-Why then, take no note of him, but let him go;
and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God
you are rid of a knave.
Verges- If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none
of the prince's subjects.
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SHAKESPEARE
Dogberry-True, and they are to meddle with none but the
prince's subjects. You shall also make no noise in the streets;
for, for the watch to babble and talk is most tolerable, and not
to be endured.
Second Watch-We will rather sleep than talk: we know what
belongs to a watch.
Dogberry-Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet
watchman, for I cannot see how sleeping should offend; only
have a care that your bills be not stolen. Well, you are to call
at all the ale-houses, and bid those that are drunk get them to
bed.
Second Watch - How if they will not?
Dogberry-Why then, let them alone till they are sober; if
they make you not then the better answer, you may say, they
are not the men you took them for.
Second Watch - Well, sir.
Dogberry-If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by
virtue of your office, to be no true man; and for such kind of
men, the less you meddle or make with them, why, the more is
for your honesty.
Second Watch - If we know him to be a thief, shall we not
lay hands on him?
Dogberry-Truly, by your office you may; but I think, they
that touch pitch will be defiled. The most peaceable way for
you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he
is, and steal out of your company.
Verges-You have been always called a merciful man, part-
ner.
Dogberry-Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will; much
more a man who hath any honesty in him.
Verges-If you hear a child cry in the night, you must call
to the nurse, and bid her still it.
Second Watch - How, if the nurse be asleep, and will not
hear it?
Dogberry-Why then, depart in peace, and let the child wake
her with crying; for the ewe that will not hear her lamb when
it baes, will never answer a calf when he bleats.
Verges-'Tis very true.
Dogberry-This is the end of the charge. You, constable,
are to present the prince's own person: if you meet the prince
in the night, you may stay him.
Verges-Nay, by'r lady, that, I think, 'a cannot.
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SHAKESPEARE
13229
Dogberry-Five shillings to one on't, with any man that
knows the statutes, he may stay him: marry, not without the
prince be willing; for indeed, the watch ought to offend no man,
and it is an offense to stay a man against his will.
Verges-By'r lady, I think it be so.
Dogberry-Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good-night: an there
be any matter of weight chances, call up me. Keep your fel-
lows' counsels and your own, and good-night. Come, neighbor.
Second Watch- Well, masters, we hear our charge: let us go
sit here upon the church-bench till two, and then all to bed.
Dogberry-One word more, honest neighbors. I pra
I pray you,
watch about Signior Leonato's door; for the wedding being there
to-morrow, there is a great coil to-night. Adieu; be vigilant, I
beseech you.
[Exeunt Dogberry and Verges.
SH
HYLOCK
-
-
SHYLOCK AND ANTONIO
From The Merchant of Venice'
Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,
On the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
For sufferance is a badge of all our tribe.
You called me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well then, it now appears, you need my help.
Go to, then, you come to me, and you say,
"Shylock, we would have moneys:" you say so;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold: moneys is your suit.
What should I say to you? Should I not say,
"Hath a dog money? Is it possible
A cur can lend three thousand ducats? " or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With 'bated breath, and whispering humbleness,
Say this? -
"Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurned me such a day; another time
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SHAKESPEARE
13230
Antonio
Shylock-
You called me dog: and for these courtesies
I'll lend you thus much moneys. "
I am as like to call thee so again,
To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friend; for when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who if he break, thou may'st with better face
Exact the penalty.
-
Why, look you, how you storm!
I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have stained me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit
Of usance for my moneys,
And you'll not hear me. This is kind I offer.
LAUNCELOT AND OLD GOBBO
From The Merchant of Venice'
Scene: Venice. A Street. Enter Launcelot Gobbo.
AUNCELOT Certainly, my
L
conscience will serve me to run
from this Jew, my master. The fiend is at mine elbow, and
tempts me, saying to me, "Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good
Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your
legs, take the start, run away. " My conscience says, "No: take
heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo" - or as afore-
said "honest Launcelot Gobbo: do not run; scorn running with
thy heels. " Well, the most contagious fiend bids me pack: "Via! "
says the fiend; "away! " says the fiend: "'fore the heavens, rouse
up a brave mind," says the fiend, "and run. " Well, my con-
science, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to
me, "My honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son,"
or rather an honest woman's son: for indeed my father did
something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste-
well, my conscience says, "Launcelot, budge not. " "Budge," says
the fiend; "Budge not," says my conscience. Conscience, say I,
you counsel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by
my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who (God
bless the mark! ) is a kind of devil; and to run away from the
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SHAKESPEARE
13231
Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence,
is the Devil himself. Certainly, the Jew is the very Devil incar-
nation; and in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of
hard conscience to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew.
The fiend gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; my
heels are at your commandment; I will run.
[Going out in haste.
Enter Old Gobbo, with a Basket
Gobbo - Master, young man, you, I pray you, which is the
way to master Jew's?
――――
-
Launcelot [aside] — O heavens! this is my true-begotten father,
who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me
not; I will try confusions with him.
Gobbo - Master, young gentleman, I pray you, which is the
way to master Jew's?
Launcelot-Turn up on your right hand at the next turning,
but at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very
next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the
Jew's house.
Gobbo - By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can
you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell
with him or no?
Launcelot - Talk you of young master Launcelot ? - [Aside. ]
Mark me now; now will I raise the waters. -[To him. ] Talk you
of young master Launcelot ?
Gobbo - No master, sir, but a poor man's son: his father,
though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man; and God be
thanked, well to live.
Launcelot - Well, let his father be what 'a will, we talk of
young master Launcelot.
Gobbo - Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
Launcelot But I pray you, ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech
you, talk you of young master Launcelot ?
Gobbo-Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.
Launcelot - Ergo, master Launcelot. Talk not of master
Launcelot, father: for the young gentleman (according to fates.
and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and such
branches of learning) is indeed deceased; or as you would say,
in plain terms, gone to heaven.
Gobbo - Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very staff of my
age, my very prop.
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SHAKESPEARE
13232
Launcelot [aside]-Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a
staff or a prop? -[To him. ] Do you know me, father?
Gobbo Alack the day: I know you not, young gentleman.
But I pray you, tell me, is my boy (God rest his soul! ) alive or
dead?
Launcelot Do you not know me, father?
Gobbo - Alack, sir, I am sand-blind: I know you not.
Launcelot - Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes you might fail
of the knowing me: it is a wise father that knows his own child.
Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son. [Kneels. ] Give
me your blessing: truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid
long; a man's son may, but in the end truth will out.
Gobbo - Pray you, sir, stand up. I am sure you are not
Launcelot, my boy.
Launcelot - Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but
give me your blessing: I am Launcelot, your boy that was, your
son that is, your child that shall be.
Gobbo-I cannot think you are my son.
Launcelot I know not what I shall think of that; but I am
Launcelot the Jew's man, and I am sure Margery your wife is
my mother.
Gobbo Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou
be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord! wor-
shiped might he be! what a beard hast thou got: thou hast got
more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.
Launcelot [rising]-It should seem, then, that Dobbin's tail
grows backward: I am sure he had more hair of his tail than I
have of my face when I last saw him.
Gobbo-Lord! how art thou changed! How dost thou and
thy master agree? I have brought him a present.
How agree
you now?
Launcelot - Well, well; but for mine own part, as I have set
up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I have run some
ground. My master's a very Jew: give him a present! give him
a halter: I am famished in his service; you may tell every finger
I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come: give me
your present to one master Bassanio, who indeed gives rare new
liveries. If I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any
ground. —O rare fortune! here comes the man; to him, father;
for I am a Jew if I serve the Jew any longer.
-
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SHAKESPEARE
13233
Scene: Venice.
PORTIA
Duke-
Portia-
Shylock-
Portia-
Antonio-
Portia
Antonio-
Portia-
Shylock-
Portia-
Shylock-
[To Antonio]-
Venice. A Court of Justice.
I am informed throughly of the cause.
Which is the merchant here, and which the Jew?
Antonio and old Shylock, both stand forth.
Is your name Shylock?
―
Shylock is my name.
Of a strange nature is the suit you follow;
Yet in such rule that the Venetian law
Cannot impugn you, as you do proceed. —
THE QUALITY OF MERCY
From The Merchant of Venice'
I do.
You stand within his danger, do you not?
Ay, so he says.
Do you confess the bond?
Then must the Jew be merciful.
On what compulsion must I? tell me that.
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath; it is twice blessed,-
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 shows 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 show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,—
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
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Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.
My deeds upon my head. I crave the law;
The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
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SHAKESPEARE
L
Scene: Belmont. The Avenue to Portia's House.
Jessica.
ORENZO
Jessica -
Lorenzo
Jessica-
Lorenzo
Jessica-
Lorenzo
Jessica
-
LORENZO AND JESSICA
From The Merchant of Venice'
--
Enter Lorenzo and
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise-in such a night,
Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls,
And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night.
In such a night,
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismayed away.
In such a night,
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love
To come again to Carthage.
In such a night,
Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew,
Slander her love, and he forgave it her.
I would out-night you, did no body come;
But hark, I hear the footing of a man.
Enter Stephano
Lorenzo Who comes so fast in silence of the night?
Stephano - A friend.
Lorenzo
A friend? what friend? your name, I pray you, friend?
Stephano-Stephano is my name: and I bring word,
My mistress will before the break of day
Be here at Belmont; she doth stray about
In such a night,
Medea gathered the enchanted herbs
That did renew old son.
In such a night,
Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew,
And with an unthrift, love did run from Venice,
As far as Belmont.
In such a night,
Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well,
Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,
And ne'er a true one.
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SHAKESPEARE
13235
_
Lorenzo
Who comes with her?
Stephano- None but a holy hermit, and her maid.
I pray you, is my master yet returned?
Lorenzo He is not, nor we have not heard from him. -
______
By holy crosses, where she kneels and prays
For happy wedlock hours.
But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Some welcome for the mistress of the house.
Enter Launcelot
Launcelot - Sola, sola! wo ha, ho! sola, sola!
Lorenzo - Who calls?
Launcelot-Sola!
Did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress Lo-
renza? sola, sola!
Lorenzo-Leave hallooing, man: here.
Launcelot - Sola! where? where?
Lorenzo Here.
Launcelot - Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with
his horn full of good news: my master will be here ere morning.
[Exit.
Lorenzo-Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.
And yet no matter;- why should we go in?
My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,
Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
And bring your music forth into the air. —
[Exit Stephano.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica: look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There's not the smallest orb, which thou beholdest,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins:
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Enter Musicians
Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn:
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress's ear,
And draw her home with music.
Jessica-I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
[Music.
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Scene: The Forest of Arden.
CE
ELIA -Oh, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonder-
ful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all
whooping!
Rosalind-Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I
am caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my
disposition? One inch of delay more is a South Sea of dis-
covery; I pr'ythee, tell me who is it quickly; and speak apace.
I would thou couldst stammer, that thou mightst pour this con-
cealed man out of thy mouth as wine comes out of a narrow-
mouthed bottle: either too much at once, or none at all. I
pr'ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
-
Celia - So you may put a man in your belly.
Rosalind - Is he of God's making? What manner of man?
Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard?
Celia Nay, he hath but a little beard.
Rosalind-Why, God will send more, if the man will be
thankful. Let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay
me not the knowledge of his chin.
Celia It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's
heels and your heart, both in an instant.
Rosalind - Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak sad brow,
and true maid.
Celia - I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
Rosalind-Orlando ?
Orlando.
Celia-
-
ROSALIND, ORLANDO, JAQUES
From As You Like It'
-
Rosalind-Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet
and hose? What did he, when thou saw'st him? What said
he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes he here?
Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with
thee, and when shalt thou see him again?
word.
Answer me in one
Celia-You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first: 'tis
a word too great for any mouth of this age's size. To say ay
and no to these particulars is more than to answer in a cate-
chism.
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13237
Rosalind-But doth he know that I am in this forest, and
in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he
wrestled?
Celia It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the prop-
ositions of a lover; but take a taste of my finding him, and
relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree, like a
dropped acorn.
Rosalind-It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops
forth such fruit.
Celia - Give me audience, good madam.
Rosalind - Proceed.
Celia - There lay he stretched along, like a wounded knight.
Rosalind-Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well be-
comes the ground.
Celia Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee: it curvets un-
seasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.
-
Rosalind - Oh, ominous! he comes to kill my heart.
Celia - I would sing my song without a burden: thou bring'st
me out of tune.
Celia
Rosalind - Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I
must speak. Sweet, say on.
Enter Orlando and Jaques
You bring me out. - Soft! comes he not here?
Rosalind-'Tis he: slink by, and note him.
-
[Rosalind and Celia retire.
Jaques I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I
had as lief have been myself alone.
-
Orlando - And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank
you too for your society.
Jaques-Good-by, you: let's meet as little as we can.
Orlando - I do desire we may be better strangers.
Jaques — I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-
songs in their barks.
Orlando-I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading
them ill-favoredly.
Jaques Rosalind is your love's name?
Orlando-Yes, just.
Jaques I do not like her name.
Orlando-There was no thought of pleasing you, when she
was christened.
―――
-
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Jaques What stature is she of?
Orlando-Just as high as my heart.
Jaques-You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been
acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them out of rings?
Orlando-Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from
whence you have studied your questions.
Jaques You have a nimble wit: I think 'twas made of Ata-
lanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail
against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
Orlando-I will chide no breather in the world but myself,
against whom I know most faults.
Jaques - The worst fault you have is to be in love.
Orlando-'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.
I am weary of you.
Jaques By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found
you.
Orlando He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you
Ishall see him.
-
-
Jaques - There I shall see mine own figure.
Orlando - Which I take to be either a fool or a cypher.
Jaques I'll tarry no longer with you.
Farewell, good
Signior Love.
Orlando - I am glad of your departure. Adieu, good Mon-
sieur Melancholy.
[Exit Jaques. - Rosalind and Celia come forward. ]
Rosalind [aside to Celia]-I will speak to him like a saucy
lackey, and under that habit play the knave with him. -[To him. ]
Do you hear, forester?
――――――
Orlando - Very well: what would you?
Rosalind I pray you, what is 't o'clock ?
Orlando - You should ask me, what time o' day: there's no
clock in the forest.
Rosalind-Then there is no true lover in the forest; else
sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the
lazy foot of time as well as a clock.
Orlando - And why not the swift foot of time? had not that
been as proper?
Rosalind-By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces
with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who
Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands.
still withal.
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SHAKESPEARE
13239
-
Orlando I pr'ythee, who doth he trot withal?
Rosalind - Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between
the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized: if the
interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems
the length of seven years.
Orlando Who ambles Time withal?
――――
Rosalind With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that
hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily because he cannot
study, and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain; the
one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning, the other
knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. These Time
ambles withal.
―――――――
Orlando - Who doth he gallop withal?
Rosalind With a thief to the gallows; for though he go as
softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
Orlando Who stands he still withal?
Rosalind - With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep be-
tween term and term, and then they perceive not how time
moves.
Orlando - Where dwell you, pretty youth?
Rosalind-With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts
of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
Orlando - Are you native of this place?
Rosalind - As the coney, that you see dwell where she is
kindled.
Orlando - Your accent is something finer than you could pur-
chase in so removed a dwelling.
Rosalind - I have been told so of many: but indeed an old
religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth
an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he
fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against
it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so
many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex
withal.
-
Orlando Can you remember any of the principal evils that
he laid to the charge of women?
Rosalind-There were none principal: they were all like one
another, as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous,
till his fellow fault came to match it.
Orlando - I pr'ythee, recount some of them.
Rosalind-No: I will not cast away my physic but on those
that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our
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13240
SHAKESPEARE
young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes
upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles: all, forsooth, deifying
the name of Rosalind; - if I could meet that fancy-monger I
would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quo-
tidian of love upon him.
Orlando- I am he that is so love-shaked. I pray you, tell
me your remedy.
Rosalind - There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he
taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes,
I am sure, you are not prisoner.
Orlando- What were his marks?
-
love.
United States Commissioner of Education,
BUREAU OF EDUCATION, Washington, D. C.
MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN, A. M. , LL. D. ,
Professor of Literature in the
CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICA, Washington, D. C.
XC
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## p. 13219 (#17) ###########################################
V
TABLE OF CONTENTS
VOL. XXIII
SHAKESPEARE (Continued from Vol. xxii. )
Dogberry Captain of the Watch (Much Ado About Noth-
ing')
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Shylock and Antonio (The Merchant of Venice')
Launcelot and Old Gobbo (same)
The Quality of Mercy (same)
Lorenzo and Jessica (same)
Rosalind, Orlando, Jaques ('As You Like It')
Richard II. in Prison ('King Richard II. ')
Falstaff and Prince Hal (First Part of 'King Henry IV. ')
Falstaff's Army (same)
Falstaff in Battle (same)
Henry's Wooing of Katharine (King Henry V. ')
Gloster and Anne: Gloster's Soliloquy (King Richard III. ')
Love Scene from 'Romeo and Juliet'
Antony's Speech over Cæsar's Body (Julius Cæsar')
Macbeth before the Deed ("Macbeth")
Hamlet's Soliloquy (Hamlet')
Othello's Wooing ('Othello')
LIVED
BY GEORGE E. WOODBERRY
From 'Prometheus Unbound':
Chorus of Furies
Voice in the Air
Asia
Last Hour of Beatrice (The
Cenci')
Adonais
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
Ozymandias
1792-1822
PAGE
13227
13265
The Indian Serenade
Ode to the West Wind
The Sensitive Plant: Part First
The Cloud
To a Skylark
Arethusa
Hymn of Pan
To Night
To
## p. 13220 (#18) ###########################################
WILLIAM SHENSTONE
Pastoral Ballad
Song
RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN
Disappointment ('A Pastoral')
Hope (same)
Much Taste and Small Estate (The Progress of Taste')
From The Schoolmistress'
vi
Mrs. Malaprop's Views ('Rivals')
Sir Lucius Dictates a Cartel (same)
The Duel (same)
The Scandal Class Meets (School for Scandal')
Matrimonial Felicity (same)
Sir Peter and Lady Teazle Agree to Disagree (same)
Auctioning Off One's Relatives (same)
JOHN HENRY SHORTHOUSE
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
BY BRANDER MATTHEWS
The Pleasures of Friendly Criticism (The Critic')
Rolla's Address to the Peruvian Warriors ('Pizarro')
LIVED
1714-1763
1834-
Inglesant Visits Mr. Ferrar's Religious Community (John
Inglesant')
The Visit to the Astrologer (same)
John Inglesant Makes a Journey, and Meets his Brother's
Murderer (same)
HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ
The Arrival in Arcadia
Astrophel and Stella
Sonnets to Stella
1751-1816
BY PITTS DUFFIELD
Basia Works a Miracle (Pan Michael')
Basia and Michael Part (same)
The Funeral of Pan Michael (same)
1554-1586
1846-
BY CHARLES HARVEY GENUNG
Zagloba Captures a Banner (With Fire and Sword')
Podbipienta's Death (same)
PAGE
13307
13317
13363
13385
13399
## p. 13221 (#19) ###########################################
vii
EDWARD ROWLAND SILL
Opportunity
Home
The Fool's Prayer
WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS
SIMONIDES OF CEOS
The Doom of Occonestoga (The Yemassee')
The Burden of the Desert
LIVED
1841-1887
A Morning Thought
Strange
Life
BY WALTER MILLER
JULIUS SLOWACKI
Danaë's Lament
From the Epinician Ode for Scopas'
Inscription for an Altar Dedicated to Artemis
Epitaph for Those who Fell at Thermopyla
Fragment of a Scolion
Time is Fleeting
Virtue Coy and Hard to Win
Epitaphs
JEAN CHARLES SIMONDE DE SISMONDI
ANNIE TRUMBULL SLOSSON
Butterneggs
1806-1870
(
B. C. 556-468
From Mindowe'
I Am So Sad, O God!
BY HUMPHREY J. DESMOND
Boccaccio's 'Decameron' (Literature of the South of
Europe')
1773-1842
The Troubadour (same)
Italy in the Thirteenth Century ('A History of the Italian
Republics')
PAGE
13439
A Fifteenth-Century Soldier: Francesco Carmagnola (same)
The Ruin of Florence and its Republic: 1530 (same)
18-
13445
1809-1849
13462
13471
13487
13508
## p. 13222 (#20) ###########################################
ADAM SMITH
SYDNEY SMITH
The Prudent Man (The Theory of Moral Sentiments')
Of the Wages of Labor (The Wealth of Nations')
Home Industries: Of Restraints upon the Importation from
Foreign Countries of Such Goods as can be Produced
at Home (same)
Of Military and General Education (same)
BY RICHARD T. ELY
viii
GOLDWIN SMITH
John Pym (Three English Statesmen')
The Puritan Colonies (Lectures on the Study of History')
1771-1845
The Education of Women
John Bull's Charity Subscrip-
tions
Wisdom of Our Ancestors
Latin Verses
Mrs. Siddons
TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT
LIVED
1723-1790
DENTON J: SNIDER
SOCRATES
1823-
Dogs
Hand-Shaking
Small Men
Macaulay
Specie and Species
Daniel Webster
Review of the Novel 'Granby'
BY PITTS DUFFIELD
A Naval Surgeon's Examination in the Eighteenth Cen-
tury (Roderick Random')
Roderick is "Pressed" into the Navy (same)
Roderick Visits a Gaming-House (same)
1721-1771
Old-Fashioned Love-Making; An Old-Fashioned Wedding
(Peregrine Pickle')
Humphrey Clinker is Presented to the Reader (Expedi-
tion of Humphrey Clinker')
1841-
The Battle of Marathon ('A Walk in Hellas')
469? -399 B. C.
BY HERBERT WEIR SMYTH
PAGE
13519
Socrates Refuses to Escape from Prison (Plato's 'Crito')
Socrates and Euthydemus (Xenophon's 'Memorabilia')
13556
13556
13575
13601
13627
## p. 13223 (#21) ###########################################
ix
SOCRATES-Continued:
SOLON
Duty of Politicians to Qualify Themselves (Xenophon's
'Memorabilia ')
Before the Trial (same)
SOPHOCLES
Defense of his Dictatorship
Solon Speaks his Mind to the Athenians
Two Fragments
From 'Antigone'
From
Electra'
From the Trachiniæ'
ROBERT SOUTHEY
ÉMILE SOUVESTRE
HERBERT SPENCER
638? -559? B. C.
BY J. P. MAHAFFY
The Holly-Tree
Stanzas Written in my Library
The Inchcape Rock
The Battle of Blenheim
The Old Woman of Berkeley
The Curse (The Curse of Kehama')
EDMUND SPENSER
495-405? B. C.
LIVED
(
(
1806-1854
The Washerwomen of Night (Le Foyer Breton')
The Four Gifts (same)
From Edipus Rex'
From Edipus at Colonus'
From 'Ajax'
BY F. HOWARD COLLINS
1774-1843
BY J. DOUGLAS BRUCE
1820-
PAGE
13642
Prothalamion; or, A Spousall Verse
Belphœbe the Huntress (Faery Queene')
The Cave of Mammon (same)
Sir Guyon and the Palmer Visit and Destroy the Bower
of Bliss (same)
13647
13677
Manners and Fashion (Illustrations of Universal Progress')
1552? -1599
13693
13707
13751
## p. 13224 (#22) ###########################################
FRIEDRICH SPIELHAGEN
From Quisisana'
BENEDICT SPINOZA
BY JOSIAH ROYCE
The Improvement of the Understanding
Mental Freedom
Superstition and Fear
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD
The Godmothers
The King's Dust
On an Old Woman Singing
MADAME DE STAËL
X
From
From
From 'On Germany'
Delphine'
Corinne'
LIVED
1829-
1632-1677
1766-1817
Close of the Introduction to the Treatise on the Influ-
ence of the Passions'
1835-
At the Potter's
Equations
"When First You Went"
From the 'Preliminary Discourse to the Treatise on Lit-
erature'
Napoleon (Considerations on the French Revolution')
Necker (same)
Persecutions by Napoleon (Ten Years of Exile')
Rome Ancient and Modern ('Corinne')
PAGE
13772
13785
13805
13823
## p. 13225 (#23) ###########################################
LIST OF PORTRAITS
IN VOL. XXIII
Percy Bysshe Shelley
William Shenstone
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
John Henry Shorthouse
Sir Philip Sidney
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Edward Rowland Sill
William Gilmore Simms
Jean Charles Simonde de Sismondi
Julius Slowacki
Adam Smith
Goldwin Smith
Sydney Smith
Tobias George Smollett
Denton J. Snider
Socrates
Solon
Sophocles
Robert Southey
Herbert Spencer
Edmund Spenser
Friedrich Spielhagen
Benedict Spinoza
Harriet Prescott Spofford
Madame de Staël
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Vignette
Vignette
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Vignette
Vignette
Vignette
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13227
SHAKESPEARE
[Selections continued from Volume xxii. ]
DOGBERRY CAPTAIN OF THE WATCH
From Much Ado About Nothing'
Scene: A Street. Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch.
OGBERRY Are you good men and true?
DOGE Verges- Yea, or else it were pity but they should suffer
salvation, body and soul.
Dogberry-Nay, that were a punishment too good for them,
if they should have any allegiance in them, being chosen for the
prince's watch.
Verges-Well, give them their charge, neighbor Dogberry.
Dogberry-First, who think you the most desartless man to
be constable?
First Watch - Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; for they
can write and read.
Dogberry-Come hither, neighbor Seacoal. God hath blessed
you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of
fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.
Second Watch - Both which, master constable,—
Dogberry - You have: I knew it would be your answer.
Well, for your favor, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no
boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear
when there is no need of such vanity. You are thought here to
be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch;
therefore, bear you the lantern. This is your charge. You shall
comprehend all vagrom men: you are to bid any man stand, in
the prince's name.
Second Watch - How, if 'a will not stand?
Dogberry-Why then, take no note of him, but let him go;
and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God
you are rid of a knave.
Verges- If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none
of the prince's subjects.
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SHAKESPEARE
Dogberry-True, and they are to meddle with none but the
prince's subjects. You shall also make no noise in the streets;
for, for the watch to babble and talk is most tolerable, and not
to be endured.
Second Watch-We will rather sleep than talk: we know what
belongs to a watch.
Dogberry-Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet
watchman, for I cannot see how sleeping should offend; only
have a care that your bills be not stolen. Well, you are to call
at all the ale-houses, and bid those that are drunk get them to
bed.
Second Watch - How if they will not?
Dogberry-Why then, let them alone till they are sober; if
they make you not then the better answer, you may say, they
are not the men you took them for.
Second Watch - Well, sir.
Dogberry-If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by
virtue of your office, to be no true man; and for such kind of
men, the less you meddle or make with them, why, the more is
for your honesty.
Second Watch - If we know him to be a thief, shall we not
lay hands on him?
Dogberry-Truly, by your office you may; but I think, they
that touch pitch will be defiled. The most peaceable way for
you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he
is, and steal out of your company.
Verges-You have been always called a merciful man, part-
ner.
Dogberry-Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will; much
more a man who hath any honesty in him.
Verges-If you hear a child cry in the night, you must call
to the nurse, and bid her still it.
Second Watch - How, if the nurse be asleep, and will not
hear it?
Dogberry-Why then, depart in peace, and let the child wake
her with crying; for the ewe that will not hear her lamb when
it baes, will never answer a calf when he bleats.
Verges-'Tis very true.
Dogberry-This is the end of the charge. You, constable,
are to present the prince's own person: if you meet the prince
in the night, you may stay him.
Verges-Nay, by'r lady, that, I think, 'a cannot.
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SHAKESPEARE
13229
Dogberry-Five shillings to one on't, with any man that
knows the statutes, he may stay him: marry, not without the
prince be willing; for indeed, the watch ought to offend no man,
and it is an offense to stay a man against his will.
Verges-By'r lady, I think it be so.
Dogberry-Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good-night: an there
be any matter of weight chances, call up me. Keep your fel-
lows' counsels and your own, and good-night. Come, neighbor.
Second Watch- Well, masters, we hear our charge: let us go
sit here upon the church-bench till two, and then all to bed.
Dogberry-One word more, honest neighbors. I pra
I pray you,
watch about Signior Leonato's door; for the wedding being there
to-morrow, there is a great coil to-night. Adieu; be vigilant, I
beseech you.
[Exeunt Dogberry and Verges.
SH
HYLOCK
-
-
SHYLOCK AND ANTONIO
From The Merchant of Venice'
Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,
On the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
For sufferance is a badge of all our tribe.
You called me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well then, it now appears, you need my help.
Go to, then, you come to me, and you say,
"Shylock, we would have moneys:" you say so;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold: moneys is your suit.
What should I say to you? Should I not say,
"Hath a dog money? Is it possible
A cur can lend three thousand ducats? " or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With 'bated breath, and whispering humbleness,
Say this? -
"Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurned me such a day; another time
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SHAKESPEARE
13230
Antonio
Shylock-
You called me dog: and for these courtesies
I'll lend you thus much moneys. "
I am as like to call thee so again,
To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friend; for when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who if he break, thou may'st with better face
Exact the penalty.
-
Why, look you, how you storm!
I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have stained me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit
Of usance for my moneys,
And you'll not hear me. This is kind I offer.
LAUNCELOT AND OLD GOBBO
From The Merchant of Venice'
Scene: Venice. A Street. Enter Launcelot Gobbo.
AUNCELOT Certainly, my
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conscience will serve me to run
from this Jew, my master. The fiend is at mine elbow, and
tempts me, saying to me, "Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good
Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your
legs, take the start, run away. " My conscience says, "No: take
heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo" - or as afore-
said "honest Launcelot Gobbo: do not run; scorn running with
thy heels. " Well, the most contagious fiend bids me pack: "Via! "
says the fiend; "away! " says the fiend: "'fore the heavens, rouse
up a brave mind," says the fiend, "and run. " Well, my con-
science, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to
me, "My honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son,"
or rather an honest woman's son: for indeed my father did
something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste-
well, my conscience says, "Launcelot, budge not. " "Budge," says
the fiend; "Budge not," says my conscience. Conscience, say I,
you counsel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by
my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who (God
bless the mark! ) is a kind of devil; and to run away from the
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Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence,
is the Devil himself. Certainly, the Jew is the very Devil incar-
nation; and in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of
hard conscience to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew.
The fiend gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; my
heels are at your commandment; I will run.
[Going out in haste.
Enter Old Gobbo, with a Basket
Gobbo - Master, young man, you, I pray you, which is the
way to master Jew's?
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Launcelot [aside] — O heavens! this is my true-begotten father,
who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me
not; I will try confusions with him.
Gobbo - Master, young gentleman, I pray you, which is the
way to master Jew's?
Launcelot-Turn up on your right hand at the next turning,
but at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very
next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the
Jew's house.
Gobbo - By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can
you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell
with him or no?
Launcelot - Talk you of young master Launcelot ? - [Aside. ]
Mark me now; now will I raise the waters. -[To him. ] Talk you
of young master Launcelot ?
Gobbo - No master, sir, but a poor man's son: his father,
though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man; and God be
thanked, well to live.
Launcelot - Well, let his father be what 'a will, we talk of
young master Launcelot.
Gobbo - Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
Launcelot But I pray you, ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech
you, talk you of young master Launcelot ?
Gobbo-Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.
Launcelot - Ergo, master Launcelot. Talk not of master
Launcelot, father: for the young gentleman (according to fates.
and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and such
branches of learning) is indeed deceased; or as you would say,
in plain terms, gone to heaven.
Gobbo - Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very staff of my
age, my very prop.
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Launcelot [aside]-Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a
staff or a prop? -[To him. ] Do you know me, father?
Gobbo Alack the day: I know you not, young gentleman.
But I pray you, tell me, is my boy (God rest his soul! ) alive or
dead?
Launcelot Do you not know me, father?
Gobbo - Alack, sir, I am sand-blind: I know you not.
Launcelot - Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes you might fail
of the knowing me: it is a wise father that knows his own child.
Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son. [Kneels. ] Give
me your blessing: truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid
long; a man's son may, but in the end truth will out.
Gobbo - Pray you, sir, stand up. I am sure you are not
Launcelot, my boy.
Launcelot - Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but
give me your blessing: I am Launcelot, your boy that was, your
son that is, your child that shall be.
Gobbo-I cannot think you are my son.
Launcelot I know not what I shall think of that; but I am
Launcelot the Jew's man, and I am sure Margery your wife is
my mother.
Gobbo Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou
be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord! wor-
shiped might he be! what a beard hast thou got: thou hast got
more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.
Launcelot [rising]-It should seem, then, that Dobbin's tail
grows backward: I am sure he had more hair of his tail than I
have of my face when I last saw him.
Gobbo-Lord! how art thou changed! How dost thou and
thy master agree? I have brought him a present.
How agree
you now?
Launcelot - Well, well; but for mine own part, as I have set
up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I have run some
ground. My master's a very Jew: give him a present! give him
a halter: I am famished in his service; you may tell every finger
I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come: give me
your present to one master Bassanio, who indeed gives rare new
liveries. If I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any
ground. —O rare fortune! here comes the man; to him, father;
for I am a Jew if I serve the Jew any longer.
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Scene: Venice.
PORTIA
Duke-
Portia-
Shylock-
Portia-
Antonio-
Portia
Antonio-
Portia-
Shylock-
Portia-
Shylock-
[To Antonio]-
Venice. A Court of Justice.
I am informed throughly of the cause.
Which is the merchant here, and which the Jew?
Antonio and old Shylock, both stand forth.
Is your name Shylock?
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Shylock is my name.
Of a strange nature is the suit you follow;
Yet in such rule that the Venetian law
Cannot impugn you, as you do proceed. —
THE QUALITY OF MERCY
From The Merchant of Venice'
I do.
You stand within his danger, do you not?
Ay, so he says.
Do you confess the bond?
Then must the Jew be merciful.
On what compulsion must I? tell me that.
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath; it is twice blessed,-
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 shows 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 show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,—
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
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Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.
My deeds upon my head. I crave the law;
The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
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Scene: Belmont. The Avenue to Portia's House.
Jessica.
ORENZO
Jessica -
Lorenzo
Jessica-
Lorenzo
Jessica-
Lorenzo
Jessica
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LORENZO AND JESSICA
From The Merchant of Venice'
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Enter Lorenzo and
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise-in such a night,
Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls,
And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night.
In such a night,
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismayed away.
In such a night,
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love
To come again to Carthage.
In such a night,
Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew,
Slander her love, and he forgave it her.
I would out-night you, did no body come;
But hark, I hear the footing of a man.
Enter Stephano
Lorenzo Who comes so fast in silence of the night?
Stephano - A friend.
Lorenzo
A friend? what friend? your name, I pray you, friend?
Stephano-Stephano is my name: and I bring word,
My mistress will before the break of day
Be here at Belmont; she doth stray about
In such a night,
Medea gathered the enchanted herbs
That did renew old son.
In such a night,
Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew,
And with an unthrift, love did run from Venice,
As far as Belmont.
In such a night,
Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well,
Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,
And ne'er a true one.
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Lorenzo
Who comes with her?
Stephano- None but a holy hermit, and her maid.
I pray you, is my master yet returned?
Lorenzo He is not, nor we have not heard from him. -
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By holy crosses, where she kneels and prays
For happy wedlock hours.
But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Some welcome for the mistress of the house.
Enter Launcelot
Launcelot - Sola, sola! wo ha, ho! sola, sola!
Lorenzo - Who calls?
Launcelot-Sola!
Did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress Lo-
renza? sola, sola!
Lorenzo-Leave hallooing, man: here.
Launcelot - Sola! where? where?
Lorenzo Here.
Launcelot - Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with
his horn full of good news: my master will be here ere morning.
[Exit.
Lorenzo-Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.
And yet no matter;- why should we go in?
My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,
Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
And bring your music forth into the air. —
[Exit Stephano.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica: look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There's not the smallest orb, which thou beholdest,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins:
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Enter Musicians
Come, ho! and wake Diana with a hymn:
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress's ear,
And draw her home with music.
Jessica-I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
[Music.
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Scene: The Forest of Arden.
CE
ELIA -Oh, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonder-
ful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all
whooping!
Rosalind-Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I
am caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my
disposition? One inch of delay more is a South Sea of dis-
covery; I pr'ythee, tell me who is it quickly; and speak apace.
I would thou couldst stammer, that thou mightst pour this con-
cealed man out of thy mouth as wine comes out of a narrow-
mouthed bottle: either too much at once, or none at all. I
pr'ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
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Celia - So you may put a man in your belly.
Rosalind - Is he of God's making? What manner of man?
Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard?
Celia Nay, he hath but a little beard.
Rosalind-Why, God will send more, if the man will be
thankful. Let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay
me not the knowledge of his chin.
Celia It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's
heels and your heart, both in an instant.
Rosalind - Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak sad brow,
and true maid.
Celia - I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
Rosalind-Orlando ?
Orlando.
Celia-
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ROSALIND, ORLANDO, JAQUES
From As You Like It'
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Rosalind-Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet
and hose? What did he, when thou saw'st him? What said
he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes he here?
Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with
thee, and when shalt thou see him again?
word.
Answer me in one
Celia-You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first: 'tis
a word too great for any mouth of this age's size. To say ay
and no to these particulars is more than to answer in a cate-
chism.
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Rosalind-But doth he know that I am in this forest, and
in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he
wrestled?
Celia It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the prop-
ositions of a lover; but take a taste of my finding him, and
relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree, like a
dropped acorn.
Rosalind-It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops
forth such fruit.
Celia - Give me audience, good madam.
Rosalind - Proceed.
Celia - There lay he stretched along, like a wounded knight.
Rosalind-Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well be-
comes the ground.
Celia Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee: it curvets un-
seasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.
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Rosalind - Oh, ominous! he comes to kill my heart.
Celia - I would sing my song without a burden: thou bring'st
me out of tune.
Celia
Rosalind - Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I
must speak. Sweet, say on.
Enter Orlando and Jaques
You bring me out. - Soft! comes he not here?
Rosalind-'Tis he: slink by, and note him.
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[Rosalind and Celia retire.
Jaques I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I
had as lief have been myself alone.
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Orlando - And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank
you too for your society.
Jaques-Good-by, you: let's meet as little as we can.
Orlando - I do desire we may be better strangers.
Jaques — I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-
songs in their barks.
Orlando-I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading
them ill-favoredly.
Jaques Rosalind is your love's name?
Orlando-Yes, just.
Jaques I do not like her name.
Orlando-There was no thought of pleasing you, when she
was christened.
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Jaques What stature is she of?
Orlando-Just as high as my heart.
Jaques-You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been
acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them out of rings?
Orlando-Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from
whence you have studied your questions.
Jaques You have a nimble wit: I think 'twas made of Ata-
lanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail
against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
Orlando-I will chide no breather in the world but myself,
against whom I know most faults.
Jaques - The worst fault you have is to be in love.
Orlando-'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.
I am weary of you.
Jaques By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found
you.
Orlando He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you
Ishall see him.
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Jaques - There I shall see mine own figure.
Orlando - Which I take to be either a fool or a cypher.
Jaques I'll tarry no longer with you.
Farewell, good
Signior Love.
Orlando - I am glad of your departure. Adieu, good Mon-
sieur Melancholy.
[Exit Jaques. - Rosalind and Celia come forward. ]
Rosalind [aside to Celia]-I will speak to him like a saucy
lackey, and under that habit play the knave with him. -[To him. ]
Do you hear, forester?
――――――
Orlando - Very well: what would you?
Rosalind I pray you, what is 't o'clock ?
Orlando - You should ask me, what time o' day: there's no
clock in the forest.
Rosalind-Then there is no true lover in the forest; else
sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the
lazy foot of time as well as a clock.
Orlando - And why not the swift foot of time? had not that
been as proper?
Rosalind-By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces
with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who
Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands.
still withal.
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Orlando I pr'ythee, who doth he trot withal?
Rosalind - Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between
the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized: if the
interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems
the length of seven years.
Orlando Who ambles Time withal?
――――
Rosalind With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that
hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily because he cannot
study, and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain; the
one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning, the other
knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. These Time
ambles withal.
―――――――
Orlando - Who doth he gallop withal?
Rosalind With a thief to the gallows; for though he go as
softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
Orlando Who stands he still withal?
Rosalind - With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep be-
tween term and term, and then they perceive not how time
moves.
Orlando - Where dwell you, pretty youth?
Rosalind-With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts
of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
Orlando - Are you native of this place?
Rosalind - As the coney, that you see dwell where she is
kindled.
Orlando - Your accent is something finer than you could pur-
chase in so removed a dwelling.
Rosalind - I have been told so of many: but indeed an old
religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth
an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he
fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against
it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so
many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex
withal.
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Orlando Can you remember any of the principal evils that
he laid to the charge of women?
Rosalind-There were none principal: they were all like one
another, as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous,
till his fellow fault came to match it.
Orlando - I pr'ythee, recount some of them.
Rosalind-No: I will not cast away my physic but on those
that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our
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young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes
upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles: all, forsooth, deifying
the name of Rosalind; - if I could meet that fancy-monger I
would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quo-
tidian of love upon him.
Orlando- I am he that is so love-shaked. I pray you, tell
me your remedy.
Rosalind - There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he
taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes,
I am sure, you are not prisoner.
Orlando- What were his marks?
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love.
