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To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person ;
Nay, more, to spurn at your moit royal image,
And mock your workings in a second body:
Question your royal thoughts, make the cafe yours;
Be now the father, and propose a fon;
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
See your moft dreadful laws to loosely flighted;
Behold yourself so by a fon disdain’d;
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your power so silencing your son.
Henry IV. Part II. A. 5. Sc. 2,
To be, or not to be; that is the question ;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To die-to sleep
No more ;-And by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die; to sleep-
To fleep! ferchance to dream: aye, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have fhuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life :
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The infolence of office, and the fourns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardles bear,
and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death
(That undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns) puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than Ay to others that we know not of ?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is ficklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprizes of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Hamlet, A. 3. Sc. i.
I know where I will wear this dagger then :
Caffius from bondage will deliver Calius :
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of those worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this--know, all the world beside,
That part of tyranny that I do bear,
I can shake off at pleasure. Julius Cæfar, A 1. Sc. z.
Prom the four corners of the earth they come,
To kiss this shrine, this mortal-breathing faint.
Th' Hyrcanian deserts, and the vafty wilds
Of wide Arabia, are as thoroughfares now,
For princes to come view fair Portia.
The watry kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,
As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 7.
Know'st thou not
That when the searching eye of heaven is hid
Behind the globe that lights the lower world,
Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen,
In murders and in outrage bloody, here;
But when from under this terrestrial ball
He fires the proud tops of the eaftern pines,
And darts his light through every guilty hole,
Then murders, treasons, and detested fins,
The cloak of night being pluck'd from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves !
King Richard II. A. 3. Sc 2.
SUPERFLUIT Y. To gild refined gold, to paint the lilly, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, and add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish; Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. King John, A. 4. Sc. 2.
Whate'er you are,
That in this desert inacceslible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ;
If ever you have look'd on better days,
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
If ever fat at any good man's feaft,
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be;
In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 7.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasına, or a hideous dream:
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection. Iulius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 1.
I saw him bcat the furges under him,
And ride upon their backs: he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, ani breasted
The farge mot fwoln that inct hiin: his bold head
’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms, in lulty frokes,
To ch' shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him. The Tempeft, A. 2. Sc. 1,
Haft thou, that art but air, a touch, a feeling,
Of their afflictions; and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,
Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury,
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent,
'The fole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further.
Ibid. A. 5. Sc. 1.
An honest tale fpeeds best, being plainly told.
King Richard III. A. 4. Sc. 4.
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That filverly doth progress on thy cheeks.
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effufion of such m.nly drops,
This shower, blown up by tenipeft of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed,
Than had I seen the-vaulty top of heaven
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
King John, A. 5. Sc. 2.
When I did name her brothers, then freth tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lilly almost wither'd.
Titus Andronicus, A. 3. Sc. 2.
Are you not mov'd when all the fway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm ! O Cicero!
I have seen tempeits when the scolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
'Th' ambitious ocean swell, and
and foam, To be exalted with the threatening clouds;
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven;
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.
Julius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 3.
Things that love night
Love not such nights as these ; the wrathful skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,
And make them keep their caves : since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry
The ami&tion, nor the fear. King Lear, A. 3. Sc. 2.
Poor naked wretches, wherefo'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitilefs storm,
your houseless heads, and unfed fides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? 0, I have ta’en
Too little care of this ! Take phyfic, Pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou may'ft shake the superflux to them,
And few the heavens more juft.
Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 46
-Let but your honour know,
Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue,
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood
Could have attain'd th' effect of your own purpose;
had not some time in
your life Errd in this point, which now you censure hin, And pull'd the law upon you.
Measure for Miafure, A. 2. Sc. 2, -Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepeit consequence.
Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 3. 16