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RAGE, ANGER, WRATH. The expression of these malevolent feelings, combines with the elements of Energy, Quick Time and Short Quantity. Great violence in the expression of these emotions is also characterized by frequent and great Discrete Changes of Pitch and by wide Downward Intervals on the emphatic words, which may at the same time be marked by the Guttural Voice and by strong Aspiration. This is also the expression of Severe Rebuke.


Tut! tut!
Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle,
I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace
In an ungracious mouth is but profane ;
Why have those banished and forbidden legs
Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground ?
But more than why-Why have they dared to march

upon her peaceful bosom ;
Frighting her pale-faced villages with war,
And ostentation of despised arms?
Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence ?
Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
And in my loyal bosom lies his power.
Were I but now the lord of such hot youth
As when brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself
Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French ;
Oh, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee,

And minister correction to thy fault!
2. Cassius. That you have wronged me doth appear in this ;

You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;
Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,

Because I knew the man, were slighted of.
Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

Cassius. In such a time as this, it is not meet

That every nice offence should bear his comment. Brulus. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

Are much condemned to have an itching palm ;
To sell and mart your offices for gold,

To undeservers.

I an itching palm ?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Brutus. The name of Cassius honors this corruption,

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Cassius. Chastisement !
Brutus. Remember March, the ides of March remember!

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake ?
What villain touched his body that did stab
And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers ; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?-
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Than such a Roman.

Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it; you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself

To make conditions.

Go to; you're not, Cassius. Cassius. I am. Brutus.

say, you are not. Cassius. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself ;

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
Brutus. Away, slight man !
Cassius. Is’t possible ?
Brutus. Hear for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?


Cassius. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this ?
Brutus. All this ? ay, more; Fret till your proud heart break;

Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,

When you are waspish.

Is it come to this ?
Brutus. You say you are a better soldier:

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: For mine own part
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

3. Let me look back upon thee, O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves !

Plagnes, incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners ! lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth;
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown themselves in riot! itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
Be general leprosy! breath infect breath;
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying banns !
Timon will to the woods, where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all,)
The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high and low,

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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 adınits 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 up 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 thoroughly.


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

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 ;
She's 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!

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