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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 :-N0What's the best?
If she come in she'll sure speak to my wife.

Shakespeare's Othello.

This hateful disposition sets the jaws, or gñashes 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 ;

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 Venices

But more,

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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 counte-
nance 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!

Shakespeare's Winter's Tale.

Oliver 8: Boyd, Printers, Edinburgh.

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