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The noise was high.-Ha!, no more moving?
Still as the grave.-Shall she come in, were't good?
I think she stirs again :-No.-What's the best?
If she come in she'll sure speak to my wife.

Shakespeare's Othello.

20.- Malice.

THIS hateful disposition sets the jaws, or gnashes the teeth, sends blasting flashes from the eyes, stretches the mouth horizontally, clenches both the fists, and bends the elbows in a straining manner to the body. The tone of voice and expression are much the same as in anger, but not so loud.


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
Ev'n 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.

Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice,


JEALOUSY shows itself by restlessness, peevishness, thoughtfulness, anxiety, and absence of mind. Sometimes it bursts out into piteous complaint, and weeping; then a gleam of hope, that all is yet well, lights up the countenance into a momentary smile. Immediately the face, clouded with a general gloom, shows the mind overcast again with horrid suspicions and frightful imaginations.


How blest am I

In my just censure! in my true opinion!-
Alack for lesser knowledge!-how accurs'd
In being so bless'd! There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart,
And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
Is not infected; but if one present

The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts.-I have drunk, and seen the spider!


Oliver & Boyd, Printers, Edinburgh.

Shakespeare's Winter's Tale.

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