Shylock: To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me 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

Venice over yonder

By my truth, Nerissa, my little body is a weary of
this great world. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to
do, chapels had been churches and poor men's. I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namest
them, I will describe them; and, according to my God. Ay, that's a colt indeed, for he doth nothing but
talk of his horse; and he makes it a great deal. He doth nothing but frown, as who should say 'If
the other side of the coin. By God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
You know I say nothing to him, for he understands
not me, nor I him: he hath neither Latin, French,that he hath a neighbourly charity in him, for he
borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman and very vilely in the morning, when he is sober, and
most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk: when. Therefore, for fear of the worst, I pray thee, set a
deep glass of rhenish wine on the contrary caske. If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as
chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner...Yes, yes, it was Bassanio; as I think, he was so called. I remember him well, and I remember him worthy of
If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good a
heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should do.
In terms of choice I am not solely led
By nice direction of a maiden's eyes;You must take your chance, Narai First, forward to the temple: after dinner
Your hazard shall be made. Go draw aside the curtains and discover
The several caskets to this noble prince If you choose that, then I am yours withal.There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there,
Then I am yours. A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains, go.
Let all of his complexion choose me so.Queen's mom. If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,...

To these injunctions every one doth swear
That comes to hazard for my worthless self. Too long a pause for that which you find there. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices
And of opposed natures. Thus hath the candle singed the moth.
O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa. treasure What would my lord?

My ashes were there..

Sri Prachya in Crime of passion...Spirit, present the spirit of fairy tale
by life itself. dB : Decibel. A term that express
the ratio power levels
used to indicaste gains or losses in
a system. dB, a power ratio that indicates a less than a gain. To live the fugitive life,
it’s a new doctrine what so ever,
Solely for the value of lives on earth by thyself.
Even though the noise density ratio :
error is less than one/a million it is
obviously not the accident goto: : Source; ..Here I sat in death skid row as this beheaded ass I touch onto the ground of witness; I'm not afraid to die ,..Crime of passion..here you are wheather, it was my unfortunate crime of passion, I have faith and the innocence fact. The unjust will retrived truth for me. Then this excecution sword will return to thee. Nevertheless

You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,
Such as I am: though for myself alone> Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond;O love, dispatch all business, and be gone! I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased
To wish it back on you: fare you well Jessica.
Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand
That you yet know not of: we'll see our husbandsThey shall, Nerissa; but in such a habit,
That they shall think we are accomplished. File, what a question's that,
If thou wert near a lewd interpreter! I am informed thoroughly of the cause.
Which is the merchant here, and which the Jew? Of a strange nature is the suit you follow;
Do you confess the bond?Is he not able to discharge the money? It must not be; there is no power in I pray you, let me look upon the bond. Shylock, there's thrice thy money offer'd thee.

.....................Mistress of Passion

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Shylock: 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. Share this Bassanio: So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. Share this Bassanio: Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence; And here choose I; joy be the consequence! Share this Antonio: Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death; And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not once a love. Share this Antonio: Repent but you that you shall lose your friend, And he repents not that he Portia: But, say, it is my humour: is it answer'd? What if my house be troubled with a rat And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats To have it baned? What, are you answer'd yet? Some men there are love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad if they behold a cat; And others, when the bagpipe sings i' the nose, Cannot contain their urine: for affection, 50 Mistress of passion, sways it to the mood Of what it likes or loathes. Now, for your answer: As there is no firm reason to be render'd, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig; Why he, a harmless necessary cat; Why he, a woollen bagpipe; but of force Must yield to such inevitable shame

"Portia " From The merchant of Venice - William Shakespeare

From The Works of William Shakespeare

In the elements which compose the character of Portia, Shakspeare anticipated, but without intention, the intellect of those modern women who can wield so gracefully many of the tools which have been hitherto monopolized by men. But the same genius which endowed her with a large and keen intelligence derived it from her sex, and, for the sake of it, he did not sacrifice one trait of her essential womanliness. This commands our attention very strongly; for it is the clue which we must start with.

She is still a woman to the core of her beauty-loving heart. Coming home from the great scene in Venice, where she baffles Shylock, and swamps with sudden justice the scales that were so eager for the bonded flesh, she loiters in the moonlight, marks the music which is floating from her palace to be caressed by the night and made sweeter than by day. Her listening ear is modulated by all the tenderness she feels and the love she expects; so she gives the music the color of a soul that has come home to wife and motherhood, till her thoughts put such a strain upon the vibrating strings that they grow too tense, and threaten to divulge her delicate secret....

Portia has the strong sense to expect that the majority of her noble admirers will be taken by appearance. She is not quite sure, but has an instinct, that these gentlemen who are after her are also after her pretty property of Belmont, and will be likely to choose the metals responsive to this temper. Bassanio frankly acknowledges to a friend that he would like to repair his broken fortunes; but Shakspeare shows him to be a lover before he gives this mercenary hint; and he has reason to surmise that Portia loves him.

This unspoken mutuality dignifies his quest; as if Shakspeare himself would not admit the charge that he is a fortune-hunter. And it is noticeable how little consequence we attach to Bassanio's character. We do not care to see him in any action, or to have him show a worthiness to be Portia's lover. He is but the lay-figure of her love: there is so much of her that there must be a great deal of him, and he may be spared the trouble of appearing at full length. And we never suspect her of belonging to that tribe of bright women who, either from instinct or calculation, marry good-natured, well-mannered numskulls, and never have reason to sue for a divorce. Shakspeare ennobles Bassanio when the divining soul sees through the leaden lid.

But what if one of the other suitors should also have a noble heart whose pulses feed discernment, one as fine and unconventional as herself! There is just hazard enough to affront her cherishing of the absent Bassanio. She does not relish the moment when her heart, richer than the princes know of, goes into the lottery.

However, when her father made his will, it doubtless occurred to her that his choice of metals came from a life's experience of the calibre of the average man, and was meant affectionately to protect her till the true gentleman should come.

As Nerissa says, "Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good inspirations; therefore, the lottery that he hath devised in these three chests, of gold, silver, and lead (whereof who chooses his meaning chooses you) will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly but one whom you shall rightly love." Fortunate is the man who wins a wife because he chooses Heaven's meaning in a woman! Luckless the wife who is not chosen by some implied Heaven in a man!...

An ordinary woman might have enmeshed him in a cocoon of delicate coquetries: any woman dead in love, and a little less than strict to an oath, would have managed in some way to provoke that lead casket into twinkling a hint to him. But she is too honest for either. A woman with a soul as tender as it is firm, here she stands dismayed as Destiny is about to rattle its dice upon her heart: happiness, and a future worthy of her, all at stake.

For though her mental resources might compete with any fate, she is all woman, made to be a wife, and without wifehood to feel herself at one essential point impaired, — all the more defrauded because so well endowed. How she clings for support to the few moments that yet stand before his choice! She wishes there were more of them to stay her. . . .

Now Bassanio, who lives upon the rack, denies her plea for delay: "Let me to my fortune and the caskets." How profoundly she surmises that music might lull the watching Fate, so that he could pass to his Eurydice! She bids the music play: —

" As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's eari And summon him to marriage."

New Miss Portea

Bassanio must be attempered to his choice; the song's key must have an instinct for the proper casket's key. Unconsciously she breaks her oath; for what benign influence selected the song that is now sung? Some star, whose tenant was her father? Or was it Nerissa's doing, who determined to convey a hint to the lover? Or did Gratiano hit upon it, who had got from Nerissa a promise of her love if the choice went to suit her? A hint, indeed! It is the very breadth of broadness, and a lover is not dull. . . .

When Portia's heart unties the spasm of joy that tightened round it at Bassanio's choice, it beats again with the grave and sweet dignity that is as native to her as her playful wit. Her mind recognizes the serious change that must befall her fortune: in the first moment of it there comes a deep humility that makes her speech kneel at the feet of the man whom she will marry. For her great superiority is free from the taint of conceit, save "a noble and a true conceit of godlike amity." ...

So Portia, who could, when it was needed, "turn two mincing steps into a manly stride," doffs the lawyer's robe, and, returning, is met by music and conducted to a palace that was not till then a home.
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