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BUT thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail! Still would her touch the scene prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She called on Echo still through all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope, enchanted, smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair. Collins.
XIII. HOPE OF GOOD TIDINGS.
O HOPE, Sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch
XIV. HATRED CURSING THE OBJECT HATED.
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste!
XV.-HATRED OF A RIVAL IN GLORY.
He is my bane, I cannot bear him;
As if two suns should meet in one meridian,
XVI. ANGER AND THREATENING.
Whom I have ever honoured as my king,
Kent.-Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad.
Lear.-Hear me, rash man!—on thy allegiance hear me. Since thou hast striven to make us break our vow, (Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,) We banish thee for ever from our sight And kingdom. If, when three days are expired, Thy hated trunk be found in our dominions, That moment is thy death.—Away! By Jupiter, this shall not be revoked.
XVII. NARRATIVE IN SUPPRESSED ANGER.
My liege, I did deny no prisoners,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd,
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
With many holiday and lady terms,
He questioned me: among the rest demanded
I then all smarting with my wounds, being gall'd
Out of my grief and my impatience
Answer'd neglectingly-I know not what
He should, or should not;-for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds (heav'n save the mark !)
And I beseech you, let not his report,
Come current for an accusation,
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.—Henry IV.
Ir 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 you tickle us, 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 you 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. Merchant of Venice.
XIX. DETERMINED REVENGE.
I KNOW not: if they speak but truth of her
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Much Ado about Nothing.
Oн, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven, Cut short all intermission: front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
ALIVE! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
XXII.-REPROACHING WITH STUPIDITY AND INGRATITUDE.
WHEREFORE rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!