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Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shews of grief,
That can denote me truly: these, indced, seem;
For they are actions that a man might play :
But I have that within which pasieth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 2.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To moan a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on:
What cannot be preserv'd when Fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mocking makes :
The robb'd that smiles, steals fomething from the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

Othello, A. 1. Sc. 3.
Grie F. (Marks of.)
What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why dost thou look so fadly on my

What means that hand upon that breast of thine ?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ?
Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ?

King John, A. 3. Sc. 1.


So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Hamlet, A. 4. Sc. 5.

Upon the eye-balls murd'rous Tyranny
Sits in grim majefty to fright the world,

King Henry VI. Part II. A. 3. Sc. 4.



Smooth runs the water where the brock is deep,
And in his fimple shew he harbours treason.

Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 1.
Not sleep nor fanctuar
Being naked, sick, nor fane nor capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarments all of fury, shall lift up


Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius. Where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
Against the hospitable canon, would I

fierce hand in 's heart. Coriolanus, A. 1. Sc. 12,

I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft,
Labouring for destiny, make cruel way
Through ranks of Greekish youth; and I have seen thee,
As hot as Perseus, fpur thy Phrygian fteed,
And seen thee scorning fórfeits and subduements
When thou halt hung thy advanc'd sword i' th' air,
Not letting it decline on the declin'd!
That I have said unto my standers-by,
Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!
And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d thee in,
Like an Olympian wrestling.

Troilus and Cresida, A. 4. Sc. 9.




He is gracious if he be obseryd ;
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity :
Yet notwithstanding, being incens’d, he's flint :
As humorous as winter, and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the fpring of day.
His temper, therefore, muit be well observed ;
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin’d to mirth;
But, being moody, give him line and scope,
Till that his palions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themfelves with working,

Henry IV. Part II. A. 4. Sc. 2.

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Heaven forgive them that so much have sway'd
Your Majesty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeein all this on Percy's head,
And, in the clofing of forme glorious day,
Be bold.to tell you that I ain your son;


When I will wear a garment all of blood,
And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
Which, waħ'd away, shall scour my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this fame child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,

your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet :
For every honour fitting on his helm,
Would they were multitudes, and on my

My shames redoubled ! for the time will come,
That I shall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
T'engross up glorious deeds on my behalf:
And I will call him to so strict account,
That he shall render every glory up,
Yea even the slightest worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reck’ning from his heart.
This, in the name of heaven, I promise here:
The which if I perform, and do survive,
I do beseech your Majesty, may salve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperature.
If not, the end of life cancels all bonds;
And I will die a thousand thousand deaths,
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

llenry IV. Part I. A. 3. Se. 4




Hear him but reason in divinity,
And, all admiring, with an inward wish
You would desire the king were made a prelate.
Hear him debate of common-wealth affairs,
You'd say, it hath been all in all his study.
Lift his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle render'd


in music.
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordlian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter. When he speaks,
The air, a harter'd libertine, is still;
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To seal his sweet and honey'd sentences.

King Henry V. A. 1. Sc. I.


You are too much mistaken in this king.
Question your grace the late ambaffadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy ;
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modeft in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution;
And you shall find his vanities fore-spent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly!
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring, and be more delicate.

Ibid, A. 3. Sc. 3.

He that out-lives this day, and comes fafe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And roufe him at the name of Crispian ;
He that shall live this day, and see old-age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, To-morrow is St. Crispian;
Then will he strip his sleeve, and thew his scars.
Old men forget; yet will not all forget,
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day,

Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouth as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glofter,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.

Ibid. A. 4. Sc. 1.

I was born fo high,
Our airy buildeth in the cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.

King Richard IIl. A. 1. Sc. 4.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters,
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doating on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears on his time, much like his master's ass,



For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cafhier'd
Whip me such honeft knaves. Others there are,
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
And, throwing but shows of service on their Lords,
Well thrive with them ; and, when they've lin'd their coats,
Do themselves homage. These folks have some soul,
And much a one do I profefs myself.
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.
In following him, I follow but myself,
Heaven is my judge !-Not I, for love and duty,
But, seeming so, for my peculiar end.
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure


In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at. I'm not what I am.

Othello, A. 1. Sc. 1.

Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity.
O that eftates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly! that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
How many then thould cover, that stand bare!

many be commanded, that command !
How much low peasantry would then be gleaned
From the true feed of honour! How much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnish'd ! Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 9.
By heav'n, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-face moon;
To dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fadom line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
So he that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without co-rival, all her digníties.

Henry IV. Part 1. A. 1. Sc. 3. Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. how if Honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can


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