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My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up:
My father's loss, the weakness that I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me;
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid : all corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make ufe of; fpace enough
Have I in such a prison.
The Tempel, A. 1. S. 2;
There's nothing in this world can make me joy ;
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
A bitter shame hath spoilt the sweet world's taste,
That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
King John, A. 3. Sc. 3i I have liv'd long enough; my May of life Is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf : And that which should accompany old-age, As honour; love, obedience, troops of friends,, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath: Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Macbeth, A. 5. Sc. 3:. Oh, Sun, thy uprise shall I see no more : Fortune and Antony part here ; even here Do we shake hands--all come to this !The hearts, That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blofioming Cæfar: and this pine is bark'd, That over-topt them all.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4. Sc. 10.
You common.cry of curs, whose breath I hate,
As reek o'th' rotten fens; whose loves I prize.
As the dead carcases of unburied men,
That do corrupt my air; I baniih you,
And here remain with your uncertainty ;
every feeble rumour shake your
Fan you into despair. Have the pow'r still
To banish your defenders, till at length
Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
Making but reservation of yourselves,
Still your own enemies, deliver you,
As most abated captives, to fome nation
That won you without blows ! Cariolanus, A. 3. Sc. 6.
Had I so lavish of my presence been,
So common hackney'd in the eyes
So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
Opinion, that did help me to the crownj
Had still kept loyal to poffession,
And left me in reputelefs banishment,
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood ;
But, being seldom feen, I could not ftir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at!
That men would tell their children, “ This is he !"
Others would say, “ Where? which is Boling broke ?***
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dress'd myself in much humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and falutations from their mouths,,
Even in the presence of the crowned king.
Thus did I keep my person fresh and new ;
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my
Seldom, but fumptuous, showed like a feast,
And won by rareness such solemnity.
The skipping king, he ambled up and down
With.shallow jesters, and ralh bayin wits,
Soon kindled and foon burnt; 'scarded his state;
Mingled his royalty with carping fools;
Had his great name profaned with their scorns ;
And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh with gybing boys, and stand the push.
Of every beardless vain comparative ;
a companion to the common streets;
Enfeoff 'd himfelf to popularity;
That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness; whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much..
So, when he had occafion to be seen,
He was but, as the cuckow is in June,
Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes.
As, fick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Such as is bent on sun-like majesty,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
But rather drows'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and renderd such aspect,
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
Henry IV. Part I. A. 3. Sc. 4:
I know a discontented gentleman,
Whose humble means match not his haughty. mind :-
Gold were as good as twenty orators,
And will no doubt tempt him to any thing:
Richard 111. A. 4. Sc. Ze
Canft thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;:
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bofom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart ?
Macbeth, A. 5. Se. 3.
DISGUISE. Disguise, I see thou art a wickednessWherein the pregnant enemy does much
Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. , DISLIKE.
upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue :
Where the impression of mine eye enfixing,
Contempt his fcornful perspective did lend me,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour ;
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it ftol'n ;
Extended or contracted all proportions
To a most hideous object : thence it came
That she whom all men prais’d, and whom myself,
Since I have loft, have lov'd, was in mine eye
The duft that did offend it.
All's Well that Ends Well, A. 5. Sc. 2.
She's but the fign and semblance of her honour :-
Behold how like a maid she blushes here :
O, what authority, and shew of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal !
Comes not that blood as modeft evidence
To witness fimple virtue ? Would you not swear,,
All you that fee her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shews ? But she is none :
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed ;
Her bluth is guiltiness, not modesty.
Much Ado about Nothing, A. 4. Sc. I.
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile;
And cry content to that which grieves my heart;;;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears ;
face to all occasions :
I'll drown more failors than the mermaid Thall.;;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;,
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor ;
Deceive more slily than: Ulyles could,
And like a Sinon take another Troy;
I can add colours, even to the camelion ;
Change thapes with Proteus', for advantages;
And set th' aspiring Catiline to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a.crown?
King Henry VI Part II1. A. 3. Sc. 2..
As the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints :
Like strengthless lringes buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's arms; e'en fo
my limbs, Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief,
Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!
A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
Must glove this hand : and hence, thou fickly quoif!
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head
Which princes, Auth'd with conqueft, aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron, and approach
The rugged 'st hour that time and spite dare bring
To frown upon th' enrag'd Northumberland!
Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature's hand
Keep the wild flood confin’d! Let order die :
And let this world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a lingering act :
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bofoms; that each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead.
Henry. IV. Part II. A. 1. Sc. 3:
Our revels now are ended : these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air ;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, îhall diffolve ;
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a wreck behind! We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempeft, A. 4. Sc. l.
Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,
Hearing applause and universal shout,
Giddy in spirit
, gazing still in doubt,
Whether those peals of praise be his or no:
So (thrice fair lady!) stand I, even so,
As doubtful whether what I fee be true,
Until confirm'd, fign'd, ratified by you.
The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Se. 2.