Thy ignominy fleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph.
Henry IV. Part I. A. 5. Sc. 1.
EXPOSTULATION.
Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my monies and my ufances...
Still have I born it with a patient shrug;
(For fufferance is the badge of all our tribe.)
You call- me mifbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And fpit upon my Jewish gaberdine;
And all for ufe of that which is my own.
Well then, it now appears, you need my help :
Go to then; you come to me, and you fay,
Shylock, we would have monies: you fay fo;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And foot me, as you fpurn a ftranger cur,
Over your threfhold: money is your fuit.
What should I fay to you? fhould I not fay,
Hath a dog money? is it poffible
A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath, and whifp'ring humbleness,
Say this-Fair Sir, you fpit on me last Wednesday,
You fpurn'd me fuch a day; another time
You call'd me dog; and for these curtefies
I'll lend you thus much monies?
The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 3.
Ye Elves of hills, brooks, ftanding lakes, and groves,
And ye that on the fands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune; and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moonshine do the green four ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites, and you, whofe paftime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the folemn curfew; by whofe aid
(Weak mafters though ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noon-tide fun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green fea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's ftout oak
With his own bolt; the strong bas'd promontory
Have I made shake, and by the fpurs pluckt up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd and let them forth
By my fo potent art.
The Tempest, A. 5. Sc. 1.
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricots and dew-berries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries:
The honey-bags fteal from the humble bees,
And for night tapers crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise :
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his fleeping eyes.
A Midfummer's Night Dream, A. 3. Sc. 1.
FAIRIES JE
These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never fince the middle fummer's spring
Met we on hill, in dale, foreft, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whiftling wind,
But with thy brawls thou haft difturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have fuck'd up from the fea
Contagious fogs; which, falling in the land,
Have every pelting river made fo proud,
That they have overborn their continents.
The ox hath therefore ftretched his yoke in vain,
The ploughman loft his fweat; and the green corn
Hath rotted ere its youth attain'd a beard:
The fold ftands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine-men's-morris is fill'd up with mud;
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread are undiftinguishable.
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol bleft;
Therefore the moon, the governefs of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air;
That rheumatic difeafes do abound.
And through this diftemperature we fee
The seasons alter; hoary-headed frofts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown,
An od'rous chaplet of fweet fummer buds
Is, as in mockery, fet. The spring, the summer,
The chiding autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and th' amaz'd world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this fame progeny of evil comes
From our debate, from our diffenfion
We are their parents and original.
A Midfummer's Night Dream, A. 2. Sc. 1.
Two beggars told me I could not mifs my way: Will poor folk lye, That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis A punishment or trial? Yes: no wonder When rich ones fcarce tell true: to lapfe in falnefs Is forer than to lye for need; and falfhood
Is worfe in kings than beggars.
Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 5.
FATHER'S LAMENTATION.
doth not every earthly thing
Cry fhame upon her? could the here deny
The story that is printed in her blood?
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine
eyes:
For, did I think thou would'ft not quickly die,
Thought I thy fpirits were ftronger than thy fhames,
Myfelf would, on the rereward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one?
Chid I for that at frugal Nature's frame?
I've one too much by thee. Why had I one?
Why ever waft thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Took up a beggar's iffue at any gates?
Who, fmeared thus, and mir'd with infamy,
I might have faid, No part of it is mine;
This fhame derives itself from unknown loins.
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd,
And mine that I was proud on, mine fo much
That I myself was to myfelf not mine,
Valuing of her; why fhe-O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide fea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And falt too little, which may feafon give
To her foul tainted flesh!
Much Ado about Nothing, A. 4. Sc. 1.
FAULT S.
I muft not think these are
Evils enough to darken all his goodness :
His faults in him feem, as the fpots of heaven,
More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary
Rather than purchased; what he cannot change,
Than what he chooses.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1. Sc. z
FAVOURITE S.
bid her fteal into the pleached bower,
Where honey fuckles, ripen'd by the fun,
Forbid the fun to enter: like to favourites
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Againft that power that bred it.
Much Ado about Nothing, A. 3. Sc. 1.
Would he were fatter: but I fear him not;
Yet, if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I fhould avoid
So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much;
He is a great obferver; and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
As thou doft, Antony; he hears no mufic:
Seldom he fmiles; and fimiles in fuch a fort
As if he mock'd himself, and fcorn'd his fpirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Such men as he, be never at heart's ease
While they behold a greater than themselves:
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Than what I fear; for always I am Cæfar.
Julius Cæfar, A. 1. Sc. 2.
FEAR O F DEATH.
Aye, but to die, and go we know not where ;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This fenfible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to refide
In thrilling regions of thick-ribb'd ice,
To be imprifon'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with reftlefs violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worft
Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling is too horrible!
The wearieft and moft loathed worldly life
That age, ach, penury, imprisonment,
Can lay on Nature, is a paradife
To what we fear of death.
Meafure for Meafure, A. 3. Sc. 1.
FEASTING.
(The good effects of it.)
The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold; and then
We pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give, or to forgive but when we have stuff'd
Thele pipes and thefe conveyances of our blood,
With wine and feeding, we have fuppler fouls
Than in our prieft-like fafts;-therefore I'll watch
him,
Till he be dieted to my request.
FEMALE FRIENDSHIP.
Is all the counsel that we two have fhar'd,
The fifter vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hafty-footed time
For parting us; O! and is all forgot?
All fchool-days friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Created with our needles both one flower,
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