That modesty may more betray our sense

Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,

And pitch our evils there? Oh fie, fie, fie!
What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo
Dost thou desire her foully for those things
That make her good? O let her brother live;
Thieves for their robbery have authority,

When judges steal themselves. What! do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again,

And feast upon her eyes? What i'st I dream on ?
O cunning enemy, that to catch a saint

With saints dost bait thy hook! most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on,
To sin in loving virtue.

Shakesp. Meas. for Meas.

Perplexity from unexpected Events

Heaven for his mercy! what a tide of woes
Comes rushing on this woful land at once!
I know not what to do :-I would to heav'n
(So my untruth hath not provok'd him to it)
The king had cut off my head with my brother's.-
What, are there posts despatch'd for Ireland ?-
How shall we do for money for these wars?
Come, sister, cousin, I would say; pray pardon me.
Go, fellow, get thee home, provide some carts,
And bring away the armour that is there.—
Gentlemen, will you go muster men? If I know
How, or which way, to order these affairs,
Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,
Never believe me. Both are my kinsmen :-
The one's my sovereign, whom both my oath
And duty bids defend; the other again
Is my kinsman, whom the king has wrong'd;
Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right.
Well, somewhat we must do-Come, cousin, I'll
Dispose of you: go muster up your men,
And meet me presently at Berkley

I should to Plashy too ;

Gentlemen,'

But time will not permit :-All is uneven,
And every thing is left at six and seven.

Perplexity, how to act on sudden Surprise.

Ibid. Rich. II.

Yes; 'tis Æmilia :-by and by. She's dead. "Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death;

The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ?
Still as the grave.-Shall she come in, wer't good?
I think she stirs again:-No.-What's the best,
If she come in she'll sure speak to my wife.

VEXATION.

Shakesp. Othello.

Vexation, besides expressing itself with the looks, gestures, tone, and restlessness of perplexity, adds to these, complaint, fretting, and remorse.

Vexation at neglecting one's duty.

O what a rogue and peasant slave am I !
Is it not monstrous, that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit,
That from her working, all his visage warm'd,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,

A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit! and all for nothing;
For Hecuba!

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?

PEEVISHNESS.

Ibid. Hamlet.

Peevishness is an habitual proneness to anger on every slight occasion, and may be called a lower degree of anger: it expresses itself, therefore, like anger, but more moderately, with half sentences and broken speeches uttered hastily. The upper lip is disdainfully drown up, and the eyes are cast obliquely upon the object of displeasure.

Troi, What, art thou angry, Pandarus? What with me! Pan. Because she's akin to me; therefore, she's not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not

an she were a blackamoor, 'tis all one to me.

Troi. Say I she is not fair?

Pan. I do not care whether you do or no.

She's a fool to

stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks-and so I'll tell

her the next time I see her-for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i'th' matter.

Troi. Pandarus

Pan. Not I.

Troi. Sweet Pandarus

Pan. Pray you speak no more to me-I will leave all as I found it-and there's an end.

Shakes. Troil, and Cress.

ENVY.

Envy is a mixture of joy, sorrow, and hatred: it is a sorrow arising from the happiness of others enjoying a good which we desire, and think we deserve, or a pleasure we receive upon their losing this good, for which we hated them. It is nearly akin to malice, but much more moderate in its tones and gestures.

Aside the devil turn'd,

For envy, yet, with jealous leer malign,

Ey'd them askance, and to himself thus plain'd.
Sight-hateful, sight-tormenting thus these two,
Imparadis'd in one another's arms,

The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill
Of bliss on bliss: while I to hell am thrust,
Where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,
Among our other torments not the least,
Still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines.

Milton's Paradise Lost. Book iv. v. 502.

MALICE.

Malice, is an habitual malevolence long continued, and watching occasion to exert itself on the hated object. This hateful disposition sets the jaws, or gnashes the teeth, sends blasting flashes from the eyes, stretches the mouth horizontally, clinches both the fists, and bends the elbows in a straining manner to the body. The tone of voice and expression are much the same as in anger, but not so loud.

How like a fawning publican he looks:
I hate him, for he is a Christian,

But more for that in low simplicity,

He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he rails
Ev'n there, where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe
If I forgive him.

Shakes. Merchant of Venice

SUSPICION, JEALOUSY.

Fear of another's endeavouring to prevent our attainment of the good desired, raises our suspicion; and suspicion of his having obtained, or of being likely to obtain it, raises or constitutes jealousy. Jealousy between the sexes is a ferment of love, hatred, hope, fear, shame, anxiety, grief, pity, envy, pride, rage, cruelty, vengeance, madness, and every other tormenting passion which can agitate the human mind. Therefore, to express jealousy well, one ought to know how to represent justly all these passions by turns, and often several of them together. Jealousy shows itself by restlessness, peevishness, thoughtfulness, anxiety, and absence of mind. Sometimes it bursts out into piteous complaint, and weeping; then a gleam of hope, that all is yet well, lights up the countenance into a momentary smile. Immediately the face, clouded with a general gloom, shews the mind overcast again with horrid suspicions and frightful imaginations. Thus the jealous man is a prey to the most tormenting feelings, and is alternately tantalized by hope, and plunged into despair. Shakespeare, as if unable to express these feelings, makes Othello cry out,

But oh what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who doats yet doubts, suspects yet strongly loves!

Surprise in Jealousy commencing.

Think, my lord !-O heav'n, he echoes me!
As if there were some monster in his thought

Too hideous to be shown-Thou dost mean something:
I heard thee say but now-Thou lik'dst not that,
When Cassio left my wife--What didst not like?
And when I told thee he was of my counsel

In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, indeed!
And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou hadst shut up within thy brain,

Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.

Suspicion and Jealousy commencing.

Leo. Too hot, too hot :

Shakesp. Othello.

To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods.
I have a tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances;
But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment
May a free face put on; derive a liberty
From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,
And well become the agent: it may, I grant;
But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,"
As now they are; and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking glass; and then to sigh as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; O that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows ;-Mamilius,
Art thou my boy?

Go to, go to.

Jealousy increasing.

Ibid. Winter's Tale.

How she holds up the neb, the bill to him,
And arms her with the boldness of a wife,
To her allowing husband! Gone already;

Inch-thick, knee deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one.-
Go, play, boy, play ;-thy mother plays, and I

Play too, but so disgrac'd a part, whose issue,
Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour
Will be my knell.-Go, play, boy, play—
There have been,

Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now,
And many a man there is ev'n at this present,