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To trip the course of law, and blunt the fword
That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon;
Nay, more, to fpurn at your most royal image,
And mock your workings in a fecond body:
Queftion your royal thoughts, make the cafe yours;
Be now the father, and propofe a fon;
Hear your own dignity fo much profan'd,
See your moft dreadful laws fo loosely flighted;
Behold yourself fo by a fon disdain'd;
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your power fo filencing your fon.

Henry IV. Part II. A. 5. Sc. 2.

SUICIDE.

To be, or not to be; that is the queftion;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to fuffer
The flings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a fea of troubles,
And, by oppofing, end them? To die-to fleep-
No more ;-And by a fleep to fay we end
The heart-ach, and the thousand natural fhocks
That flesh is heir to-'tis a confummation
Devoutly to be wifh'd. To die; to fleep-
To fleep! perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub!
For in that fleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have fhuffled off this mortal coil,
Muft give us pause. There's the refpect,
That makes calamity of fo long life:

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppreffor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
pangs of defpis'd love, the law's delay,

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The infolence of office, and the fpurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardles bear,
To groan and fweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of fomething after death
(That undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns) puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear thofe ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
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Thus confcience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of refolution

Is ficklied o'er with the pale caft of thought;
And enterprizes of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lofe the name of action.

Hamlet, A.

I know where I will wear this dagger then :
Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius:

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Therein, ye gods, you make the weak moft ftrong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.
Nor ftony tower, nor walls of beaten brafs,
Nor airless dungeon, nor ftrong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the ftrength of fpirit;
But life, being weary of thofe worldly bars,
Never lacks power to difmifs itfelf.

If I know this-know, all the world befide,
That part of tyranny that I do bear,
I can shake off at pleasure.

Julius Cæfar, A 1. Sc. 3.

SUITORS.

From the four corners of the earth they come,
To kifs this fhrine, this mortal-breathing faint.
Th' Hyrcanian deferts, and the vasty wilds
Of wide Arabia, are as thoroughfares now,
For princes to come view fair Portia.
The watry kingdom, whofe ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To ftop the foreign fpirits; but they come,
As o'er a brook, to fee fair Portia.

The Merchant of Venice, A 2. Sc. 7.

SUN RISING.

Know'st thou not

That when the fearching eye of heaven is hid
Behind the globe that lights the lower world,
'Then thieves and robbers range abroad unfeen,
In murders and in outrage bloody, here;
But when from under this terreftrial ball
He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines,
And darts his light through every guilty hole,
Then murders, treasons, and detefted fins,

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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.

SUPERFLUITY.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lilly,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To fmooth the ice, and add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

To feek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish;

Is wasteful and ridiculous excefs. King John, A. 4. Sc. z.

SUPPLICATION.

Whate'er you are,

That in this defert inacceffible,

Under the fhade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe 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 ftrong enforcement be;
In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 7.

SUSPENSE.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantafına, or a hideous dream :
The genius and the mortal inftruments
Are then in council; and the ftate of man,
Like to a little kingdom, fuffers then

The nature of an infurrection. Julius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 1.

SWIMMING.

J faw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs: he trod the water,
Whofe enmity he flung afide, an1 breafted

The farge molt fwoln that ract him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himfelf with his good arms, in lufty ftrokes,

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To th' fhore, that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd,
As ftooping to relieve him.

The Tempeft, A. 2. Sc. 1.

SYMPATHY.

Haft thou, that art but air, a touch, a feeling,
Of their afflictions; and fhall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as fharply,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ?
Though with their high wrongs I am ftruck to th' quick,
Yet with my nobler reafon, 'gainft 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.

TAL E.

Ibid. A. 5. Sc. 1.

An honeft tale speeds beft, being plainly told.

King Richard III. A. 4. So. 4

TEA R S.

Let me wipe off this honourable dew,

That filverly doth progrefs on thy cheeks.
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;

But this effufion of fuch manly drops,

This fhower, blown up by tempeft of the foul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed,
Than had I feen 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 fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lilly almoft wither'd.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3. Sc. 2.

TEMPEST.

Are you not mov'd when all the sway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm! O Cicero!
I have feen tempefts when the feolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have feen
Th' ambitious ocean fwell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds;

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ut never till to-night, never till now,
id I go through a tempeft dropping fire.
ither there is a civil ftrife in heaven;
'r elfe the world, too faucy with the gods,
icenses them to fend deftruction.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1. Sc. 3.

Things that love night

ove not fuch nights as thefe; the wrathful skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,

And make them keep their caves: fince I was man,
uch sheets of fire, fuch burfts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry
The affliction, nor the fear.

King Lear, A. 3. Sc. 2.

Poor naked wretches, wherefo'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitilefs form,
How fhall your houfelefs heads, and unfed fides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons fuch as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take phyfic, Pomp;
Expofe thyfelf to feel what wretches feel,
That thou may'ft shake the fuperflux to them,
And fhew the heavens more juft.

TEMPTATION.

-Let but your honour know,

Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 4.

Whom I believe to be moft ftraight in virtue,
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing,
Or that the refolute acting of your blood

Could have attain'd th' effect of your own purpose;
Whether you had not fome time in your life
Err'd in this point, which now you cenfure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2. Sc. z.

-Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

The inftruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honeft trifles, to betray us
In deepest confequence.

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Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 3.

THANKS.

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