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I could do more to do Antonius good,
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 3, s. 1.
BIG HEARTS CANNOT DESCEND TO
FLATTERY. WELL said, my noble Scot: If speaking truth, In this fine age, were not thought flattery, Such attribution should the Douglas have, As not a soldier of this season's stamp Should go so general current through the world. By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself: Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord.
K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 4, s. 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, 8. 4.
BITTERNESS OF PARTING. CRESSIDA. O you immortal Gods !—I will
I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father ;
I know no touch of consanguinity;
cheeks; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart.
PANDARUS. Be moderate, be moderate.
CRES. Why tell you me of moderation ? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affection, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like allayment could I give my grief: My love admits no qualifying dross : No more my grief, in such a precious loss.
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; And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, Or lambs pursu'd by hungry starved wolves. My sons, -God knows, what hath bechanced
them : But this I know,—they have demean'd themselves
Like men born to renown, by life, or death.
[A short alarum within. Ah, hark! the fatal followers do
pursue ; And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury: And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury: The sands are number'd, that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTH
UMBERLAND, and Soldiers. Come, bloody Clifford,-rough Northumberland, I dare your quenchless fury more to rage; I am your butt, and I abide
shot. K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 1, s. 4.
CÆSAR'S APPRECIATION OF HIM
SELF UNWORTHY OF HIMSELF.
move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament.
JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 3, s. 1.
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 :-0, 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 CARNAL FRIENDSHIP FLEETING. I SCORN thy meat; 'twould choke me, for I
should be, She's an adultress.
WINTER'S TALE, A. 2, s. 1.
should Ne'er flatter thee.— you gods! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat In one man’s blood; and all the madness is, He cheers them
too. 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
OWN NET. PETRUCHIO. What is this ? mutton ? 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: What dogs are these ?- Where is the rascal