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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.

Shy. My deeds upon my head! I crave the

law,

The penalty and forfeit of my bond.

Por. Is he not able to discharge the money?

Bass. Yes; here I tender it for him in the

court;

Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice

I will be bound to pay it ten times o’er,

On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart:

If this will not suffice, it must appear       [you

That malice bears down truth. And I beseech

Wrest once the law to your authority:

To do a great right do a little wrong,

And curb this cruel devil of his will.

Por. It must not be; there is no power in

Venice.

Can alter a decree established:

‘Twill be recorded for a precedent,

And many an error, by the same example

Will rush into the state: it cannot be.

Shy. A Daniel come to judgement! yea, a

Daniel!

O wise young judge! how I do honour thee!

Por. I pray you, let me look upon the bond.

Shy. Here ’tis, most reverend doctor; here

it is.

Por. Shylock, there’s thrice thy money

offered thee.

Shy. An oath, an oath; I have an oath in

heaven:

Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?

No, not for Venice.

Por.                     Why, this bond is forfeit;

And lawfully by this the Jew may claim

A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off

Nearest the merchant’s heart.—Be merciful!

Take thrice the money; bid me tear the bond.

Shy. When it is paid according to the tenor.—

It doth appear you are a worthy judge;

You know the law; your exposition

Hath been most sound: I charge you by the

law,

Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar,

Proceed to judgement: by my soul I swear

There is no power in the tongue of man

To alter me.—I stay here on my bond.

Ant. Most heartily I do beseech the court

To give the judgement.

Por.                            Why then, thus it is.

You must prepare your bosom for his knife:

Shy. O noble judge! O excellent young man!

Por. For the intent and purpose of the law

Hath full relation to the penalty,

Which here appeareth due upon the bond.

Shy. ‘Tis very true: O wise and upright

judge,

How much more elder art thou than thy looks!

Por. Therefore, lay bare your bosom.

Shy.                                     Ay, his breast:

So says the bond;—doth it not, noble judge?—

Nearest his heart: those are the very words.

Por. It is so. Are there balance here to weigh

The flesh?

Shy. I have them ready.

(On 1/27/15 – Join me for the continuation of 

“The Merchant of Venice”, 

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.


By Felina Silver Robinson

Sunday’s bring a certain kind of light to the day for me. Despite my lack of sleep, I always have a feeling of enlightenment, as well as a true appreciation for being a surviving and grateful member of this place we call our home. I guess you could say that I have a sense of spirituality. Last Sunday I was feeling so spiritual that I ordered myself a ring with the lords prayer. Is that strange? I’m not sure, but it makes me feel better.

It was another talkative time at the breakfast table with the hubby and the girls.  Laughter early in the morning is the best medicine for anything that ails you that’s for sure. There is a lot to get done today.  The girls have a ton of homework to do with midterms coming up this week. I’m not too sure how all that will work out with the impending storms heading our way. I can certainly see them as well as the scheduled basketball games being rescheduled due to inclement weather.This is reminiscent of the Blizzard of 78. I was in high school at the time and remember walking in the street single file to school because the snow remained on the sidewalks because there was no place to put it. The stores where pretty barren because no vehicles could get in to deliver anything.  So the chore of the day is to make sure to get extra food in the house in the event that the storm does actually occur. We must be ready for all events even those that may be less desired.

First the morning workout as yesterdays room rearranging took the place of my workout.  So I was able to pull out 5812 steps out in 15 minutes less than my usual time with no pain whatsoever, that was truly a great feeling. There is definitely something to be said for continued regular exercise. Now it’s time for chores.  Sunday is meant to be family day, but it has turned into a catch up chore day, but eat every meal together day. I guess it should matter how you spend the time it matters who you spend it with and long as you are talking and happy then all else is ok.

This storm is really rattling our news stations. I can’t tell you how many alerts I’ve gotten even for NYC. I’m not sure what that’s all about since I don’t live there. But I guess it is better to know more than less about what’s going on and where. The stores continue to be full of people in fear of having nothing in their homes in the event that the storms comes.  I’m sure we will be getting more items tomorrow.

I was able to squeeze in a couple of hours writing. Thankfully it still flows pretty easily now despite all the other chaos in my life and household now. I try to minimize what I say so as not to offend anyone who doesn’t want to see their name in print. It’s just as hard to keep your family and friends happy as it is to keep the world happy. But I put on a smile and just “Do It” like Nike says.

It’s almost time for the Screen Actors Guild Awards I will have the winners on my blog later tonight so be sure to visit me later on poetsareangels.com for the updates.

All is well in just another day in the life of ME!

 


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.

[Clerk readsYour grace shall understand that, at

the receipt of your letter, I am very sick; but in the

instant that your messenger came, in loving visita-

tion was with me a young doctor of Rome; his name

is Balthazar: I acquainted him with the cause in

controversy between the Jew and Antonio the

merchant; we turned o’er many books together: he

is furnish’d with my opinion; which, better’d with

his own learning (the greatness whereof I cannot

enough commend), comes with him, at my impor-

tunity to fill up your grace’s request in my stead.

I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impedi-

ment to let him lack a reverend estimation; for I

never knew so young a body with so old a head.

I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial

shall better publish his commendation.

Duke. You hear the learn’d Bellario, what he

writes:

And here, I take it, is the doctor come.—

Enter PORTIA, dressed like a doctor of laws.

Give me your hand: came you from old Bellario?

Por. I did, my lord.                                   [place.

Duke.             You are welcome: take your

Are you acquainted with the difference

That holds this present question in the court?

Por. I am informed throughly of the cause.

Which is the merchant here and which the

Jew?                                            [forth.

Duke. Antonio and old Shylock, both stand

Por. Is your name Shylock?

Shy.                        Shylock is my name.

Por. Of a strange nature is the suit you

follow:

Yet in such rue, that the Venetian law

Cannot impugn you as you do proceed.—

You stand within his danger, do you not?

[To ANTONIO.

Ant. Ay, so he says.

Por.                    Do you confess the bond?

Ant. I do.

Por.         Then must the Jew be merciful.

Shy. On what compulsion must I? tell me

that.

Por. The quality of mercy is not strain’d;

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless’d;

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:

‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes

The throned monarch better than his crown,

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,

The attribute to awe and majesty,

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;

But mercy is above this scepter’d sway,—

It is enthroned in the heart of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then show likest God’s

When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,

Though justice be thy plea consider this—

That in the course of justice none of us

Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;

And that same prayer doth teach us all to

render

The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much

To mitigate the justice of thy please;

Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice

Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant

there.

(On 1/26/15 – Join me for the continuation of 

“The Merchant of Venice”, 

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.


By Felina Silver Robinson

Enjoyed watching American Idol missed episodes with the girls last night.  There are never enough hours in the day to get everything done and of course TV isn’t on the list of priorities. Thank Goodness for the good old DVR so you can record it and watch it later so life doesn’t pass you by. It’s amazing how talented some people are, but then there are others that enjoy just being themselves despite knowing that singing is the last thing they should be attempting to do. I’m glad that so many people are comfortable in their own skin. Once we finished the girls went to settle in their beds for the night.

My husband is so lucky he’s able to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow while I sit awake during the night. Last night I heard the wind howling through the night as the snow was on the way. I was happy to catch just over an hour of sleep. Upon waking I found the back yard full of shiny glistening snow. I knew the girls would be happier than happy upon waking.

For the next couple of hours, I surfed the web reading up on mental illness and searching for new cooking ideas.  I love to cook and I find myself anxious to attempt some of the new techniques I’ve seen while watching Top Chef Boston. It’s amazing what you can do to food. It makes me wish I had a house with a floor dedicated just to cooking. I’m now inspired to take on many new challenges in the kitchen.

Everyone wakes in a good mood and the girls do in fact scream with delight as they view the snow through my bedroom window. I’ve never seen them eat their breakfast so quickly just so they could make their way outside to enjoy the snow.

After recording the outdoor fun it was time for me to take on the task of changing my room around.  This was all so I could get my desk out of the cold draft of the window.  It’s no fun writing with a cool breeze slowly leaking in on you the entire time.  I get so cold sometimes it causes me to nod off.  It took me 4 and 1/2 hours to get the job done, mostly due to all the electronics that I had to move and rewire. Once it was all done, you would never know it had been any different.

I was able to go on and do some writing in a comfortable new spot in the room. We just enjoyed a nice dinner. Sitting down together with music and conversation is quite comforting. There is nothing better than hearing laughter from your child. We are all going to gather shortly to finish watching American Idol, but of course, I will still be on the computer, doing what I do, but enjoying time with some of those that I love most. It’s just another day in the life of ME!

 


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.

There is no force in the decrees of Venice.—

I stand for judgement: answer: shall I have it?

Duke. Upon my power I may dismiss this

court,

Unless Bellario, a learned doctor,

Whom I have sent for to determine this,

Come here to-day.

Solan.                  My lord, here stays without

A messenger with letters from the doctor,

New come from Padua.                      [senger.

Duke. Bring us the letters;—call the mes-

Bass. Good cheer, Antonio! What, man,

courage yet!                             [and all,

The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones,

Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood.

Ant. I am a tainted wether of the flock,

Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit

Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me:

You cannot better the employ’d, Bassanio,

Than to live still, and write mine epitaph.

Enter NERISSA, dressed like a lawyer’s clerk.

Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario?

Ner. From both, my lord: Bellario greets

your grace.                   [Presents a letter.

Bass. Why dost thou whet thy knife so

earnestlyl?                          [rupt there.

Shy. To cut the forfeiture from that bank-

Gra. Not on thy sole, but on thy soul,

harsh Jew,

Thou mak’st thy knife keen: but no metal can,

No, not the hangman’s axe, bear half the keen-

ness

Of thy sharp envy. Can no prayers pierce thee?

Shy. No; none that thou hast wit enough to

make.

Gra. O, be thou damn’d, inexorable dog!

And for thy life let justice be accus’d.

Thou almost mak’st me waver in my faith,

To hold opinion with Pythagoras,

That souls of animals infuse themselves

Into the trunks of men: thy currish spirit

Govern’d a wolf, who, hang’d for human

slaughter,

Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,

And, whilst thou lay’st in thy unhallow’d dam,

Infus’d itself in thee; for thy desires

Are wolfish, bloody, starv’d , and ravenous.

Shy. Till thou canst rail the seal from off my

bond

Thou but offend’st thy lungs to speak so loud:

Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall

To cureless ruin.—I stand here for law.

Duke. This letter from Bellario doth com-

mend

A young and learned doctor to our court:—

Where is he?

Ner.             He attendeth here hard by,

To know your answer, whether you’ll admit

him.

Duke. With all my heart:—some three or

four of you

Go give him courteous conduct to this place.—

Meantime, the court shall hear Bellario’s letter.

(On 1/25/15 – Join me for the continuation of 

“The Merchant of Venice”, 

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.


By Felina Silver Robinson

The house was subdued throughout the afternoon and evening yesterday, despite the fact that our younger twin remains ill from her horrendously painful ear trauma. I hate having to sit by waiting for an MRI giving her ear drops and pain medicine. I wish I was magical and could relieve her pain with just my touch.

I felt so alone during the night as everyone else was able to sleep and I sat listening to the sounds of the night wondering how many others sit up in their beds just like me. The hours quickly melted away and I experience another great morning of synchronicity with the girls. Maybe it was knowing that it’s Friday and they have the weekend to look forward to. Time to do as one likes is everything, especially when you are young at heart.

It felt great to get back to exercising today. Boy what a difference a day really makes.  You wouldn’t think that your body would make you pay as much as it does for missing 24 hours without exercise, but I noticed it. I’m sure it’s because I need more time to whip my body back into shape. I’m on my way and I will keep moving forward no matter the pain. I put 5,543 steps behind me topped off by 15 minutes of yoga, I hope my body is happy. 

On my mind today continues to be the “deflation” issue that the New England Patriots are suffering through. This entire situation is just ridiculous. I’m certain that everyone knows that the Patriots don’t need to deflate footballs to win the AFC Championship. This was certainly not their first attempt to get there and I’m certain it won’t be their last. I just wonder why the Indianapolis Colts linebacker D’Qwell Jackson, didn’t initially state that he didn’t notice any difference in the ball he intercepted during last weeks game with the Patriots. Why hold on to that statement for later? I hope that in the end it turns out to be the cold weather that deflated the balls and that neither team had anything to do with the “deflation” of the Patriots footballs.  Let the Patriots enjoy their success and move forward with the task at hand, preparing to play against the Seattle Seahawks in the upcoming match-up.

Writing seemed to go with such ease today. It’s easier when you have the story(ies) all stored neatly in your head. It’s just a matter of organizing your thoughts and committing to transferring the information onto the computer.

Moving on. I plan to spend tomorrow rearranging the room that my husband and I share so I’ve spent hours visualizing what makes the most sense. This will be a massive project. The things I get myself into. Unfortunately, I don’t every seem to be happy unless I’m changing something around at home or in my writing. This is what makes me happy outside of cooking good food. Speaking of which, my daughter asked me to make chocolate chip cookies two nights in a row including last night, so I did. Whatever I can do to make someone else happy, especially my family, I will do.

Life is good. Even when we don’t get all that we hope for.  I wish better luck next time to my 14-year-old daughter (the older twin) who is the time-keeper for the Freshman girls basketball team at Brookline High School, and the rest of the team. BHS lost today’s game by 3 points to Dedham High School with a final score of 27 (Dedham) 24 (BHS)..

Just another day in the life of ME!

 


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.

And others, when the bagpipe sings i’ the nose,

Cannot contain their urine; for affection,

Master 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 swollen bagpipe,, but of force

Must yield to such inevitable shame

As to offend, himself being offended:

So can I give no reason, nor I will not,

More than a lodg’d hate and a certain loathing

I bear Antonio, that I follow thus

A losing suit against him. Are you answer’d?

Bass. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,

To excuse the current of thy cruelty.

Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my

answer.                                           [love?

Bass. Do all men kill the thing they do not

Shy. Hates any man the thing he would not

kill?

Bass. Every offence is not a hate at first.

Shy. What! wouldst thou have a serpent

sting thee twice?                     [the Jew:

Ant. I pray you, think you question with

You may as well go stand upon the beach

And bid the main -flood bait his usual height;

You may as well use question with the wolf

Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;

You may as well forbid the mountain pines

To wag their high tops, and to make no noise,

When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven;

You may as well do anything most hard

As seek to soften that,—than which what’s

harder?—                                          [you.

His Jewish heart.—Therefore, I do beseech

Make no more offers, use no further means,

But with all brief and plain conveniency,

Let me have judgment and the Jew his will.

Bass. For thy three thousand ducats here is

six.

Shy. If every ducat in six thousand ducats

Were in six parts, and every part a ducat,

I would not draw them; I would have my bond.

Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy,

rend’ring none?                  [no wrong?

Shy. What judgment shall I dread, doing

You have among you many a purchas’d slave,

Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,

You use in abject and in slavish parts,

Because you bought them.—Shall I say to you,

Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?

Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds

Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates

be season’d with such viands? You will answer,

The slaves are ours:—So do I answer you;

The pound of flesh which I demand of him

Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it:

If you deny me, fie upon your law!

(On 1/24/15 – Join me for the continuation of 

“The Merchant of Venice”, 

ACT IV, SCENE I.–VENICE. A Court of Justice.