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An Apology For The Character And Conduct Of Shylock.
In search of those the traitors bore away . No gleam of con . fort to console my heart ! No vengeance to appease my wounded spirit ! On me , on me alone misfortune pours The cup of woe—I sigh , I weep alone !' Spi . ' Deem not that misery is thine alone . Grimaldi , as I heard
inGenca—yJL ' Ha , say ' st thou friend ! has he , has he too suffered ? Spi . ' A ship of his , with all its precious stores , Has lately whelm'd beneath the surging main . ' Al . ' For this I thank thee , " the haughty foe , Who in the wanton insolence of power , Would spurn me like a dog and spit upon me , Feels fortune ' s sad reverse : " I thank thee , heaven !—<
But art thou sure ?' Spi . : — ' Some sailors , who escaped The wreck , informed me of it . ' Al . ' Thanks , my friend , This is a cheering cordial to my soul—In Genoa heard ' st thou this ?' Spi . — ¦ ' E ' en there in Genoa , Where thy false daughter , such was the report ,
L : ; vish as false , expended ot thy stores Within a single night one hundred ducats . ' AL ' Thou plant ' st a dagger in my hreats—alas ! Within how short a time the hard earn'd thrift ' Of years , to be restor'd no more , is fled !' Spi . ' Have comfort—many of Grimaldi ' s creditors Embarked with me at Genoa , and are now
In Venice , all convinced that thy proud foe Is bankrupt in his fortunes . ' Al . ' My grieved soul Revives and gladdens at the hopes of vengeance . ' Spi . ' One shewed me a bright sapphire ; by your dalightei Most idly bartered for an Indian bird Ofgorgeous plumage . '
Al . ' How thou rivest my soul With torture ! Oh ungrateful child ! that gem Was once . / Emilia ' s : —in my youthful days , When first she listened to my vows , a pledge Of her affection . I would not have parted With that dear monument for all the birds Of splendid p lume that India ' s groves contain . ' Spi . ' Despond not ; for the wretch thy soul abhors , Is now more fallen than thou art . '
Al . ' True , my friend 1 If he fulfill not his engagement with me , My high wrought rage shall , tear the bleeding heart From nis nerfidinus breast . Away , Spinosa , And bid the officers of justice seize him , Soon as his bond is forfeit : thro' his means , Oft have . r . y Ltues , my equitable claims
, Been shamefully e-. a-. ! f-. J . He no more , — Fortune again may c : \ mi my industry . Away , ami execute thy friend ' s request , Then mett me in the square . Away , Spinosa . * ( TO BE QOXTV . ' . VLD . }
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
An Apology For The Character And Conduct Of Shylock.
In search of those the traitors bore away . No gleam of con . fort to console my heart ! No vengeance to appease my wounded spirit ! On me , on me alone misfortune pours The cup of woe—I sigh , I weep alone !' Spi . ' Deem not that misery is thine alone . Grimaldi , as I heard
inGenca—yJL ' Ha , say ' st thou friend ! has he , has he too suffered ? Spi . ' A ship of his , with all its precious stores , Has lately whelm'd beneath the surging main . ' Al . ' For this I thank thee , " the haughty foe , Who in the wanton insolence of power , Would spurn me like a dog and spit upon me , Feels fortune ' s sad reverse : " I thank thee , heaven !—<
But art thou sure ?' Spi . : — ' Some sailors , who escaped The wreck , informed me of it . ' Al . ' Thanks , my friend , This is a cheering cordial to my soul—In Genoa heard ' st thou this ?' Spi . — ¦ ' E ' en there in Genoa , Where thy false daughter , such was the report ,
L : ; vish as false , expended ot thy stores Within a single night one hundred ducats . ' AL ' Thou plant ' st a dagger in my hreats—alas ! Within how short a time the hard earn'd thrift ' Of years , to be restor'd no more , is fled !' Spi . ' Have comfort—many of Grimaldi ' s creditors Embarked with me at Genoa , and are now
In Venice , all convinced that thy proud foe Is bankrupt in his fortunes . ' Al . ' My grieved soul Revives and gladdens at the hopes of vengeance . ' Spi . ' One shewed me a bright sapphire ; by your dalightei Most idly bartered for an Indian bird Ofgorgeous plumage . '
Al . ' How thou rivest my soul With torture ! Oh ungrateful child ! that gem Was once . / Emilia ' s : —in my youthful days , When first she listened to my vows , a pledge Of her affection . I would not have parted With that dear monument for all the birds Of splendid p lume that India ' s groves contain . ' Spi . ' Despond not ; for the wretch thy soul abhors , Is now more fallen than thou art . '
Al . ' True , my friend 1 If he fulfill not his engagement with me , My high wrought rage shall , tear the bleeding heart From nis nerfidinus breast . Away , Spinosa , And bid the officers of justice seize him , Soon as his bond is forfeit : thro' his means , Oft have . r . y Ltues , my equitable claims
, Been shamefully e-. a-. ! f-. J . He no more , — Fortune again may c : \ mi my industry . Away , ami execute thy friend ' s request , Then mett me in the square . Away , Spinosa . * ( TO BE QOXTV . ' . VLD . }