9. -Give me the cup, And let the kettle to the trumpets speak, The trumpets to the cannoneers within, The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, Resolves and re-resolves—then dies the same. -Young. VII.—Examples of ihe principal Emotions and Passions— Admiration, Contempt, Joy, Grief, Courage, Fear, Love, Hatred, Pity, Anger, Revenge and Jealousy. 1. WHAT a piece of work is man! How noble in reason † How infinite in faculties! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! Hamlet. 2. Away! No woman could descend so low. A skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are. And when the circling glass warms your vain hearts, And fancy raptures that you never knew.Fair Peniten 5Tis yours, my children, sacred to your loves. 4. All dark and comfortless. Where all those various objects, that but now Omisery! What words can sound my grief! Shut from the living whilst among the living; Tragedy of Lear. S. Thou speak'st a woman's; hear a warrior's wish. Then shall our foes repent their bold invasion, Tragedy of Douglas. 6. Ah! Mercy on my soul! What's that? My old friend's ghost! They say, none but wicked folks walk. I wish I were at the bottom of a coalpit! La! how pale, and how long his face is grown since his death! He never was handsome; and death has improved him very much the wrong way.—Pray, do not come near me! I wished you very well when you were alive. But I could never abide a dead man cheek by jowl with me.- -Ah! Ah! mercy on me! No nearer, pray! If it be only to take your leave of me, that you are come back, I could have excused you the ceremony with all my heart.—Or if you—mercy on us! No nearer, pray—or if you have wrong'd any body, as you always loved money a little, I give you the word of a frighted Christian, I will pray, as long as you please, for the deliver. ance and repose of your departed soul* My good, worthy, noble friend, do, pray, disappear, as ever you would wish your old friend, Anselm, to come to his senses again. Moliere's Blunderer. 7. Who can behold such beauty and be silent! 0! I could talk to thee forever; Forever fix and gaze on those dear eyes; For every glance they send darts through my soul ! 8. How like a fawning publican he looks! 1 hate him for he is a Christian : But more, for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down I will feed fat that ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation; and he rails, Orphan. E'en there where the merchants most do congregate. If I forgive him. 9. A3, in a theatre, the eyes of men, Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd And kingdom. If, wher three days are expir'd, That moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter this shall not be revok'd-Tragedy of Lear. 11. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled 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, aflections, passions? Is he not 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 summer and winter, as a ChristiaS 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 would 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. 12. Ye Amaranths! Ye roses, like the morn! The duy's uncommon heat has overcome her. Then take, my longing eyes, your last full gaze— Where shall 1 strike! Who strikes her, strikes himself— My own life's blood will issue at her wound— But see she smiles! I never shall smile more— It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss— Ha, smile again! She dreams of him she loves.— FINIS. Revenge. |