Obrázky na stránke


All hot and bleeding, will he offer them:
The mailed Mars shall on his altar fit,
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,
And yet not ours.

Come, let me take my horf,
Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt,
Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry Thall (not horse to horse)
Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.
O that Glendower were come!

Henry IV. Part I. A. 4. Sc. 2.
Oh, for a horse with wings! hear'st thou, Pifanio ?
He is at Milford Haven. Read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pifanio,
Who long'st like me to see thy Lord; who long'it-
O let me 'bate but not like me - yet long'it,
But in a fainter kind- -oh, not like me ;
For mine's beyond, beyond-Say, and speak thick;
Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing
To th’ smoth’ring of the sense -how far it is
To this fame blessed Milford : and, by the way,
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
T' inherit such a haven. But, first of all,

may we steal from hence and for the gap, That we shall make in time, from our hence going Till our return, ť excuse but first, how


hence :?
Why should excuse be born, or ere begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Prythee, speak,
How many

score of miles may we well ride 'Twixt hour and hours

Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. 2. Why, one that rode to 's execution, man,

so slow. I've heard of riding wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i'th'clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry.
Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; fay,
She'll home ther father and provide me presently
A riding-fuit; no costlier than would fit
A Franklin's housewife.

Ibid. Gallop

could never go

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Tow'rds Phæbus' manfion ; such a waggoner
As Phaëton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy clofe curtain, love-performing night,
That run-aways eyes may wink; and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers can see to do their am'rous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Romeo and Juliet, A. 3. Sc. 4.


You may as well go stand upon the beach,
And bid the main flood ’bate his usual height;
You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;;

as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops, and to make no noise,
When they are fretted with the gufts of heaven;,
You may as well do any thing most hard,
As seek to foften that (than which what's harder :)
His Jewish heart.. The Merchant of Venice, A. 4. Sc. 1..


I ne'er heard yet: That's

any of those bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did Than to perform it firit. The Winter's Tale, A. 3. Sc. Ziä

E'en as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another;
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Sc. 4

Let still the woman take
An elder than herself, so wears the to him ;
So sways fhe level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,,


More longing, wavering, sooner foft and won,
Than women's åre.

Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 3.


If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say I saw such islanders,
(For certes, these are people of the island);
Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note
Their manners are more gentle kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many; nay, almost any. The Tempeft, A. 3. Sc. 3.

As furfeit is the father of much faft,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint: our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their

proper bane, A thirsty evil; and, when we drink, we die.

Meafure for Measure, A, 1. Sc.


We enjoin thee,
As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it.
To some remote and desert place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thon leave it,
(Without more mercy) to its own protection
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
On thy foul's peril and thy body's torture,
That thou commend it strangely to some place
Where chance may nurse or end it.

The Winter's Tale, A. 2. Sc. 3:

Blossom, speed thee well!
There lie, and there thy character: there these,
Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty one,
And still rest thine. The storm begins ; poor wretch,
That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd
To loss, and what may follow! Weep. I cannot;,


[ocr errors]

But my

heart bleeds : and most accurft am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewel! Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 3.

INFATUATION. When we in our viciousness grow hard, Oh misery on't! the wife Gods feal our eyes In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, ma Adore our errors, laugh at 's while we strut To our confusion. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 10,


Blow, blow, thou winter tind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Altho' thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite fo nigh

As benefits forgot:
Though thou the

waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 5a

that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain :
" When you are liberal of your loves and councils,
Be sure you be not loose; for thofe you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive.
The beast rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from you, never found again,
But where they mean to fink ye.”

Henry VIII. A. 2. Sc. lo
Heavens ! have I said the bounty of this Lord !
How many prodigal bits have flaves and peasants
This night englutted! Who is not T'imon's ?.
What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's
Great Timon's, noble, worthy, royal Timon's
Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:


Feast won-fast loft; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couched. Timon of Athens, A. 2. Sc. 2.

Thefe old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary :
Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it seldom flows;
"Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And Nature, as it grows again toward earth,
(s fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.

Ibid. Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou shew'st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster!

King Lear, A. 1. Sc. 4. Thy fifter's naught: oh! Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness like a vulture here.

Ibid. A. 2. Sc. il.
You see me here, you Gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
If it be you that ftir these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger ;
Olet not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnat’ral hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world shall--I will do such things,
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think I'll

I have full cause of weeping:
This heart shall break into a thousand flaws
Or ere I weep. O fool! I shall


Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 12.

No, I'll not weep.


'Tis a cruelty To load a falling man. King Henry VIII. A. 5. Sc. 5.


-O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me: Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
(When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt;


« PredošláPokračovať »