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LOVE'S MESSENGER COMPARED TO AN APRIL DAY.
I have not seen
THE JEW'S REVENGE. 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, 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
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
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.
Let music sound, while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swanlike end,
young Alcides, when he did redeem
THE DECEIT OF ORNAMENT OR APPEARANCES.
The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars; Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk? And these assume but valour's excrement, To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
* Dignity of mien + Winning favour.
And you shall see 'tis purchas'd by the weights ;
SUCCESSFUL LOVER COMPARED TO A CONQUEROR.
Like one of two contending in a prize, That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, Hearing applause, and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt * Curled.
+ Treacherous. # Likeness, portrait.
Whether those peals of praise be his or no;
HIS THOUGHTS TO THE INARTICULATE JOYS OF A
There is such confusion in my powers,
Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I'll have my bond: and therefore speak no more, I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To Christian intercessors.
THE BOASTING OF YOUTH.
I'll hold thee any wager, When we are both accoutred like young men, I'll
prove the prettier fellow of the two, And wear my dagger with the braver grace; And speak, between the change of man and boy, With a reed voice; and turn two mincing steps Into a manly stride; and speak of frays, Like a fine bragging youth: and tell quaint lies, How honourable ladies sought my love, Which I denying, they fell sick and died; I could not do with all; then I'll repent, And wish, for all that, that I had not kill'd them: And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell.
That men shall swear, I have discontinued school Above a twelvemonth.
AFFECTATION IN WORDS. O dear discretion, how his words are suited! The fool hath planted in his memory An
army of good words: And I do know A many fools, that stand in better place, Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word Defy the matter.
THE JEW'S REASON FOR REVENGE. You'll ask me why I rather chose to have A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Three thousand ducats: I'll not answer that: But, say, it is my humour*: Is it answer'd? What if my house be troubled with a rat, And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats To have it baned? What, are you answer'd yet? Some men there are, love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat; And others, when the bagpipe sings i'the nose, Cannot contain their urine: For affectiont, Mistress of passion, sways it to the mood Of what it likes, or loathes : Now, for
your answer; As there is no firm reason to be render'd, Why he cannot abide a gapingpig; Why he, a harmless necessary cat; Why he, a swollen bagpipe; but of force Must yield to such inevitable shame, As to offend, himself being offended; So can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodg’d hate, and a certain loathing, I bear Antonio, that I follow thus A losing suit against him. Are you answer’d? * Particular fancy.
+ Prejudice. # Crying