I could do more to do Antonius good, ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, Aa. 3, s. 1. BIG HEARTS CANNOT DESCEND TO WELL said, my noble Scot: If speaking truth, The tongues of soothers; but a braver place K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 4, 8. 1. BITTERNESS OF PARTING. HARK! you are call'd: Some say, the Genius so Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.Bid them have patience; she shall come anon. Where are my tears ? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root? TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 4, s. 4. BITTERNESS OF PARTING. CRESSIDA. not go. O you immortal Gods!-I will I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch of consanguinity; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, Drawing all things to it.-I'll go in, and weep ;Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart. As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 4, s. 3. BRAVERY OF THE PLANTAGENETS. YORK. The army of the queen hath got the field: My uncles both are slain in rescuing me; Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, them: But this I know,-they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown, by life, or death. And cried,-A crown, or else a glorious tomb! With this, we charg'd again: but, out, alas! Come, bloody Clifford,-rough Northumberland, K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 1, s. 4. CESAR'S APPRECIATION OF HIM- I COULD be well moved, if I were as you; There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd, JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 3, s. 1. CALUMNY DESTRUCTIVE. You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about To say, she is a goodly lady, and The justice of your hearts will thereto add, 'Tis pity, she's not honest, honourable: Praise her but for this, her without-door form, (Which, on my faith, deserves high speech,) and straight The shrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands, That calumny doth use:-O, I am out, That mercy does; for calumny will sear Virtue itself:-these shrugs, these hums, and ha's, When you have said, she's goodly, come between, Ere you can say she's honest: But be it known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, She's an adultress. WINTER'S TALE, A. 2, s. 1. CARNAL FRIENDSHIP FLEETING. I SCORN thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I should Ne'er flatter thee.-O you gods! what a number I wonder men dare trust themselves with men : Methinks, they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. There's much example for't; the fellow, that Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges The breath of him in a divided draught, Is the readiest man to kill him: it has been prov'd. If I Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes: Great men should drink with harness on their throats. TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 2. CATCHING A SHREW IN HER PETRUCHIO. What is this ? mutton? 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat : What dogs are these?-Where is the rascal cook ? |