Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

I am Sir Oracle,

Act i. Sc. 1.

And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

Act i. Sc. 1.

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them : and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. Act i. Sc. 1.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for
Act i. Sc. 2

a man.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats, and water-rats, land-thieves, and waterthieves.

Act Sc. 3.

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Even there, where merchants most do congregate.

The devil can cite scripture for his

Act i. Sc. 3.

purpose.

Act i. Sc. 3.

A goodly apple rotten at the heart;
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Act i. Sc. 3.

Many a time, and oft,

In the Rialto, you have rated me.

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

In a bondman's key,

Act i. Sc. 3.

Act i. Sc. 3.

With 'bated breath, and whispering humbleness.

Act i. Sc. 8.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Vile squealing of the wry-necked fife. Act ii. Sc. 5.

All things that are,

Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

Act ii. Sr. 6,

I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Act iii, Sc. 1.

Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.* Act iii. Sc. 5.

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Act iv. 8c. 1.

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.
Upon the place beneath; it is twice blessed;

* Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim.

PHILIPPE GUALTIER, (12 century,) Darius. Book v.

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.

Act iv. Sc. I.

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.

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

He is well paid, that is well satisfied.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

Act v. Sc. 1.

Look, how the floor of Heaven

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims:
Such harmony is in immortal souls ;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

Act v. Sc. 1.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Act v. Sc. 1.

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved 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. Sc. 1.

How far that little candle throws his beams!

So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Act v. Sc. 1.

AS YOU LIKE IT.

Well said that was laid on with a trowel.

My pride fell with my fortunes.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Cel. Not a word?

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Act i. Sc. 3.

O how full of briars is this working-day world!

Act i. Sc. 3.

We'll have a swashing and a martial outside.

Sweet are the uses of adversity,

Act i. Sc. 3.

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

"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament, As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

To that which hath too much."

Act ii. Sc. 1.