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Ant. Mark you this, Bassanio,
Oh, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Shy. Three thousand ducats!—'tis a good round sum. Three months from twelve-then, let me see-the rate. Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you? Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,
In the Rialto have you rated me
About my moneys, and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,
A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or,
Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
Ant. I am as like to call thee so again,
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face
This were kindness.
Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
Ant. Content, in faith: I'll seal to such a bond,
Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me: I'll rather dwell in my necessity.
Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it: Within these two months, that's a month before This bond expires, I do expect return
Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teach them to suspect The thoughts of others!-Pray you, tell me this: If he should break his day, what should I gain By the exaction of the forfeiture?
A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say,
To buy his favour, I extend this friendship:
Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.
Hie thee, gentle Jew.
This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
WHEN I think of myself as existing through all future ages-as surviving this earth, and that sky-as exempted from every imperfection and error of my present being,— as clothed with an angel's glory-as comprehending with my intellect, and embracing in my affections, an extent of creation, compared with which the earth is a point;—when I think of myself—as looking on the outward universe, with an organ of vision that will reveal to me a beauty, and harmony, and order, not now imagined—and as having an access to the minds of the wise and good, which will make them in a sense my own;-when I think of myself -as forming friendships with innumerable beings, of rich and various intellect, and of the noblest virtue-as intro
duced to the society of heaven-as meeting there the great and excellent, of whom I have read in history-as joined with the "just made perfect," in an ever-enlarging ministry of benevolence—as conversing with Jesus Christ, with the familiarity of friendship—and especially, as having an immediate intercourse with God, such as the closest intimacies of earth dimly shadow forth;-when this thought of my future being, comes upon me,-whilst I hope, I also fear, the blessedness seems too great; the consciousness of present weakness and unworthiness, is almost too strong for hope.
But when, in this frame of mind, I look round on the creation, and see there the marks of an Omnipotent Goodness, to which nothing is impossible, and from which every thing may be hoped-when I see around me, the proofs of an Infinite Father, who must desire the perpetual progress of his intellectual offspring—when I look, next, at the human mind, and see what powers a few years have unfolded, and discern in it the capacity of everlasting improvement,—and, especially, when I look at Jesus, the conqueror of death, the heir of immortality, who has gone, as the forerunner of mankind, into the mansions of light and purity,—I can and do admit the almost overpowering thought, of the everlasting life-growth-felicity of the human soul.
THE SPANISH CHAMPION.
THE warrior bow'd his crested head,
And tamed his heart of fire,
His long-imprison'd sire;
"I bring thee here my fortress keys,
I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord!-
Rise, rise! even now thy father comes,
Mount thy good steed, and thou and I
And lo! from far, as on they press'd,
"Now haste, Bernardo, haste! for there,
The father whom thy faithful heart
His proud breast heaved, his dark eye flash'd,
A lowly knee to earth he bent,
His father's hand he took,
What was there in its touch that all
That hand was cold-a frozen thing-
The brow was fix'd and white;-