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And pluck commiferation of his state
From braffy bofoms, and rough hearts of flint;
We all expect a gentle anfwer, Jew.
Shy. I have poffefs'd your Grace of what I purpose, And by our holy Sabbath have I worn, To have the due and forfeit of my bond. If you deny it, let the danger light Upon your charter, and your city's freedom! You'll afk me, why I rather chufe to have A weight of carrion flefh, than to receive Three thoufand ducats? I'll not anfwer that 3 But fay, it is my humour, is it anfwer'd? What if my houfe be troubled with a rat, And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats To have it baned? what, are you anfwer'd yet? Some men there are, love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat; And others, when the bag-pipe fings i' th' nofe,
Cannot contain their urine, for affection ;+
Of what it likes, or loaths. Now, for your answer:
5 Why he, a woollen bag-pipe; but of force
4 Mr. Ro we reads,
Of what it likes, or loaths.] Mafterlefs Paffion Mr. Pope has fince copied. I don't know what Word there is to which this Relative it is to be referr'd. Dr. Thirlby would thus adjust the paffage.
Cannot contain their Urine; for
Matter of Paion, fways it, &c. And then it is govern'd of Paf fion and the two old Quarto's and Folio's read-Mafters of Paffion, &c.
It may be objected, that Af fection and Paffion mean the fame Thing. But I obferve, the Wrirers of our Author's Age made a Diftinction: as Johnfon in Sejanus:
5 Why be, a woollen bag-pipe.] This incident Shakespear feems to have taken from J. C. Scaliger's Exot. Exercit, againft Car dan. A book that our auther was well read in, and much indebted to for a great deal of his phyfies it being then much in vogue, and indeed is excellent, tho' now long fince forgot. In his 344 Exercit. Sec. 6. he has thefe words, Narrabo nunc tibi jocofam Sympathiam Reguli Vafconis Equitis. Is dum viveret audito phormingis fono, urinam illico facere cogebatur.-And to make this jocular story still more ridiculous, Shakespear, I fuppofe, tranflated phorminx by bag-pipes. But what I would chiefly obferve from hence is this, that as Scaliger ufes the word Sympathiam which fignifies, and fo he interprets it, communem AFFECTIONEM duabus rebus, fo Shakespear He tranflates it by AFFECTION;
He bath ftudied Affection's paffions,knows their Springs and ends. And then, in this place, Affection will stand for that Sympathy or Antipathy of Soul, by which we are provok'd to fhew a Liking or Difguft in the working of our Paffions. THEOBALD. Mafterlefs paffion faways it to the mood] The two old Quarto's and Folio read,
MASTERS OF paffion. And this is certainly right.
Muft yield to fuch inevitable fhame,
A lofing fuit against him. Are you anfwer'd ?
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my anfwer.
Baff. Do all men kill the thing they do not love? Shy. Hates any Man the thing he would not kill? Baff. Ev'ry offence is not a hate at first.
Shy. What, would'st thou have a ferpent fting thee twice?
Anth. I pray you, think, you question with a Jew.
As feek to soften that, (than which what's harder!)
Baff. For thy three thousand ducats here is fix.
I would not draw them, I would have my bond.
Shy. What judgment fhall I dread, doing no wrong
Because you bought them. Shall I fay to you,
There is no force in the decrees of Venice.
I ftand for judgment. Anfwer; fhall I have it?
Whom I have fent for to determine this,
Sal, My lord, here ftays, without,
A meffenger with letters from the Doctor,
Duke. Bring us the letters, call the meffenger.
7-Bellario, a learned Doctor, Whom I have fent for — The Doctor and Court are here fomewhat unfkilfully brought together. That the Duke would, on fuch an occafion, confult a Doctor of great reputation, is not unlikely, but how should this be foreknown by Portia ?
Baff. Good cheer, Anthonio. What, man, courage
yet The Jew fhall have my flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thou shalt lofe for me one drop of blood.
Anth. I am a tainted weather of the flock, Meeteft for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and fo let me. You cannot better be employ'd, Baffanio, Than to live ftill, and write mine epitaph.
Enter Neriffa, drefs'd like a Lawer's Clerk.
Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario?
Baff. Why doft thou wet thy knife so earnestly?
Thou mak'ft thy knife keen; for no metal can,
And for thy life let juftice be accus'd!
That fouls of animals infuse themselves
8 Not on thy foal, but on thy foul, barfb Jew.] This loft jingle Mr. Theobald found again; but knew not what to make of it when he had it, as appears by his paraphrase, Tho' thou thinkeft
that thou art whetting thy knife on the foale of thy fhoe, yet it is upon thy foul, thy immortal part. Abfurd! the conceit is, that his foul was fo hard that it had given an edge to his knife, WARB.