问答题 Make room and let him stand before our face. The world thinks, and I think so too,That thou butlead"st this fashion of thy maliceTo the last hour of act; and then, "tis thought,Thou" It show they mercy and remorse, more strangethan is thy strange apparent cruelty:And where thou now exacts the penalty, —Which is a pound of this poor-merchant"s flesh, —Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture,But, toucht with human gentleness and loveForgive amoietyof the principalGlancing an eye of pity on his losses,That have of late so huddled on his backEnowto press a royal merchant down,And pluck commiseration of his stateFrom brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint,From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train"dTo offices of tender courtesy.

问答题 There was music from my neighbor"s house through the summer the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes overcataractsof foam. On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagonscamperedlike a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden shears, nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his tow motor-boats slit repairing the ravages of the night before.

问答题 The American Crisis