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MALICE, HATE, REVENGE, &c. These modifications of the malevolent feelings, with the kindred sentiments, Indignation, Aversion, Abhorrence, Envy, Jealousy, Disgust, and the language of Shaming Rebuke, have less of Energy in their expression than the preceding, and more of Deliberation. Combined with Force, the Aspiration, and a harsh Guttural voice then, we here employ a Longer Quantity, which admits both the Wave and the Vanishing Stress; and with the Wave even the Median Stress may be combined. These elements properly combined furnish a form of expression of great power and significancy.


1. How like a fawning publican he looks :

I hate him, for he is a Christian,
But more for that in low simplicity
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation; and he rails
Even there, where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe,
If I forgive him.


Poison be their drink,
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste;
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees,
Their sweetest prospects murdering basilisks,
Their softest touch as smart as lizard's stings,
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
And boding screech-owls make the concert full;
All the foul terrors of dark-seated hell.

3. I know not; if they speak but truth of her

These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honor,
The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat ap my invention,
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life 'reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find awaked in such a kind,
Both strength of limb and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them thoronghly.


Aside the devil turned
For envy, yet, with jealous leer malign,
Eyed them askance, and to himself thus plained.

Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two
Imparadised in one another's arms,
The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill
Of bliss on bliss; while I to hell am thrust,
Where neither joy, nor love, but fierce desire,
Among our other torments not the least,

Still unfulfilled, with pain of longing pines." 5. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,

And knows all qualities with a learned spirit
Of human dealings; if I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I'd whistle her off and let her down the wind
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black,
And have not those soft parts of conversation
That chamberers have; or, for I am declined
Into the vale of years ;-yet that's not much ;

gone, I am abused, and my relief Must be—to loathe her. Oh the curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours,

And not their appetites ! 6. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,

Thou little valiant, great in villainy!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou fortune's champion, thou dost never fight,
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety! thou art perjured too,
And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear,
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side,
Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune and thy strength ?
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.

7. I remember a mass of things, but not distinctly; a quarrel, nothing wherefore. O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasure, revel, applause, transform ourselves into beasts! I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a drunkard : Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast ! O strange! every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.


What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield,
And what is else not to be overcome ;
That glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deify his power,
Who from the terror of this arm so late
Doubted his empire; that were low indeed!
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall! since by fate the strength of gods
And this empyreal substance cannot fail,
Since, through experience of this great event,

In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced,

may with more successful hope, resolve
To wage, by force or guile, eternal war;
Irreconcilable to our great foe,
Who now triumphs, and in the excess of joy,
Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of heaven.


Banished from Rome! what's banished, but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe ? “ Tried and convicted traitor!" Who says this ? Who'll prove it, at his peril, on my head? Banished ? I thank you for't. It breaks my chain ! I held some slack allegiance till this hourBut now my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords ; I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes, Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities. But here I stand and scoff you :-here I fling Hatred and full defiance in your face. Your Consul's merciful. For this all thanks. He dares not touch a hair of Catiline. “Traitor !” I go—but I return. This—trial ! Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs, To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows !- This hour's work Will breed proscriptions.-Look to your hearths, my lords, For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus !-all shames and crimes ; Wan treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn; Suspicion poisoning his brother's cup; Naked rebellion with the torch and axe, Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones ; Till anarchy comes down on you like night, And massacre seals Rome's eternal grave.

ILL HUMOR. Under this head we may enumerate Dissatisfaction, Peevishness, Discontent, Impatience, Petulance, Repining, Vexation and Chagrin. The elements essential to the expression of these sentiments are the Guttural harshness of voice and the Wave of the Semitone. The Radical or Vanishing Stress prevails according as the utterance is hurried or more slow; and on emphatic syllables of long quantity the use of the Double and Unequal Wave heightens the effect of the expression. Impatience sometimes raises the voice to Loudness, and the Falsette even may be heard in the whine of peevishness. As these sentiments never occur in grave delivery, we shall illustrate them by but a single example.

Troilus. What, art thou angry, Pandarus ? What, with me?

Pandarus. Because she is kin to me; therefore she's not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a blackamoor, 'tis all one to me.

Troi. Say 1, she is not fair ?

Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks—and so I'll tell her the next time I see her—for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter.

Troi. Pandarus,
Pan. Not I.
Troi. Sweet Pandarus,

Pan. Pray you speak no more to me;-I will leave all as I found it, and there's an end.

SCORN, SNEER, CONTEMPT, &c. Dignified Scorn, and the Sneer require for their expression Long Quantity, a good degree of Force, and, on the emphatic words, the Vanishing Stress or Aspiration, com

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