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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,
Poison be their drink,
3. I know not; if they speak but truth of her
These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honor,
Aside the devil turned
Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two
Still unfulfilled, with pain of longing pines." 5. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities with a learned spirit
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!
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?
In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced,
may with more successful hope, resolve
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.
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