That lie within the mercy of your wit. To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain, You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death! It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Rosalind. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, And I will have you, and that fault withal; Biron. A twelvemonth! well, befall what will befall, I'll jest a twelvemonth in a hospital.24 Princess. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave. [To the King. MERCHANT OF VENICE. ACT II. SCENE IV. Enter LAUNCELOT with a letter. Lorenzo. KNOW the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand; Is the fair hand that writ. Gratiano. Was not that letter from fair Jessica? * Lorenzo. I must needs tell thee all: She hath directed, How I shall take her from her father's house; What gold, and jewels, she is furnish'd with; That she is issue to a faithless Jew. Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest: SCENE VI. Jessica. What, must I hold a candle to my shames? They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too light. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; Gratiano. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. Lorenzo. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily: For she is wise, if I can judge of her; And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; Enter JESSICA, below. What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; ACT III. SCENE II. Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S House. Portia. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, But lest you should not understand me well I would detain you here some month or two, Before you venture for me. I could teach you, so may you miss me; How to choose right, but then I am forsworn ; 'll make me wish a sin, That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes, I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time; * * * * Portia. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them ; If you do love me, you will find me out.Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof.— Let musick sound, while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in musick that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And what is musick then? then musick is The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy Live thou, I live :—With much much more dismay Portia. How all the other passions fleet to air, Bassanio. What find I here? [Opening the leaden casket. Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes? Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips, Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll, |