APPLAUSE.

Shylock. Most rightful judge!

SENTENCE.

Portia. And you must cut this flesh from off his breasts, The law allows it, and the court awards it.

APPLAUSE.

Shylock. Most learned judge! a sentence !

THIRST OF BLOOD.

DOUBTING.

Come prepare.

Portia. Tarry a little, there is something else— This bond-doth give thee hereno jot of blood : The words expressly are, a pound of flesh.

DIRECTING.

Then take thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh

THREATENING.
But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed

One drop of christian blood, thy lands and goods,
Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate
Unto the state of Venice.

APPLAUSE.

Grat. O upright judge! mark Jew! O learned judge

CONFUSION.

*Shylock. Is that the law?

POSITIVENESS.

Portia. Thyself shalt see the act;

REPROVING.

For as thou urgest justice, be assured,

Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.

APPLAUSE.

Grat. O learned judge! mark Jew; a learned judge t

CONFUSION.

Shylock. I take his offer then, pay the bond thrice,

GIVING."

Bassanio. Here is the money.

FORBIDDING.

Portia. The Jew shall have all justice-soft no haste, He shall have nothing but the penalty.

APPLAUSE.

Grat. A second Daniel! Jew.

TRIUMPH.

Now, infidel, I have the on the hip.

QUESTION.

Portia. Why doth the Jew pause? take the forfeiture.

CONFUSION.

Shylock. Give me my principal, and let me go.

GIVING.

Bassanio. I have it ready for thee, here it is.

FORBIDDING.

Portia. He hath refus'd it in the open court;

REPROVING.

He shall have merely justice and his bond.

APPLAUSE.

Grat. A Daniel still, say I, a second Daniel!

REPROVING.

I thank thee Jew, for teaching me that word.

SNEAKING.

Shylock. Shall I not barely have my principal &

REFUSING.

Portia. Thou shalt have nothing but the forfeiture, To be so taken, at thy peril, Jew.

DISAPPOINTMENT.

Shylock. Why then, the devil give him good of it.

SPITE.

I'll stay no longer question.

FORBIDDING.

[Portia speaks" Tarry Jew," without looking off from. the bond.1

Portia, Tarry Jew.

CONSIDERATION.

The law hath yet another hold on you, Lada H

TEACHING.

It is enacted, in the laws of Venice,
If it be prov'd against an alien,
That by direct or indirect attempt,
He seek the life of any citizen,

The party, 'gainst the which he doth contrive,
Shall seize on half his goods, the other half
Goes to the privy coffer of the state,
And the offender's fe lies in the mercy
Of the duke only, 'gainst all other voice:

CONDEMNING.

In which predicament, I say, thou stand'st¿.
For it appears by manifest proceeding,
That indirectly and directly too,

Thou hast contriu'd against the very life
Of the defendant, so that thou incur'st
The danger formally by me rehearst.

ADVICE.

Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the duke

GRANTING.

Duke. That thou may'st see the difference of our spirit; I pardon thee thy life before thou ask it.

Shylock. Nay, take my life, and all, pardon not that:
You take my life,

When you do take the means whereby I live.

QUESTION.

Portia. What mercy can you render him, Antonio ?
TRIUMPH.

Grat. A halter gratis; nothing else, for God's sake.

GRANTING.

Antonio. So please my lord, the duke, and all the court,. To quit the fine for one half of his goods:

I am content so he will let me have
The other half in use, to render it
Upon his death, unto the gentleman -
That lately stole his daughter.

THREATENING!”

Duke. He shall do this, or else I do recant The pardon that I late pronounced here.

Portia. Art thou contented Jew? what dost thou say? DESPAIR.

Shylock. I pray you give me leave to go from hence, 1: I am not well, send the deed after me,

And I will sign it.

THREATENING.

Duke. Get thee gone, but do it.

T

[Exeunt omnes.]

IX. Cato's soliloquy.

Cato sitting in a thoughtful posture, in his hand Plato's book on the immortality of the soul, a drawn sword on the table by him; after a long pause, he lays down the book" and speaks.]

DEEP CONTEMPLATION.

-Plato thou reason'st well

Cato. It must be so--.

Else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,

[" This fond desire," may be spoken with the right hand laid on the breast.]

COMFORT.

This longing after immortality?

DESIRE.

Or whence this secret dread and inward horror

Of falling into nought?

FEAR.

Why shrinks the soul

Back on herself, and startles at destruction ?

AWE.

'Tis the divinity that stirs within us,

'Tis heav'n itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.

["Eternity!-thou pleasing, &c." requires an eye fixed with profound thoughtfulness on one point, throughout this line.}

Eternity!-thon pleasing,

SATISFACTION.

-dreadful.

APPREHENSION.

thought!

CURIOSITY.

Through what variety of untry'd being,

Through what new scenes and changes must we pass?. The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me,

ANXIETY.

But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.

Here will I hold.

COURAGE.

VENERATION.

If there's a power above us,

And that there is, all nature cries aloud

Through all her works,-He must delight in virtue,

SATISFACTION.

And that which he delights in, must be happy.

ANXIETY.

But when or where !1 his world was made for Cæsar, I'm weary of conjectures—

COURAGE.

This must end them.

[Laying his hand on his sword.]

FIRMNESS.

Thus am I doubly arm'd, my death, my life.

My bane and antidote, are both before me.

[“ My death, my life," &c. long pauses between, and point-
ing, or looking at the sword in pronouncing
my death,"
at the book in pronouncing "my life," and so in "my
bane and antidote," and in the following lines.]

APPREHENSION.

This, in a moment, brings me to an end,

COMFORT.

Whilst this informs me I shall never die.