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What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged. -The disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds.
L. M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale: I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried: he cannot come out on's grave. - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone to bed, to bed, to bed.
OMMEND me to my loving countrymen, and tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, their pangs of love, with other incident throes that nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
in life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them :
Sen. I like this well; he will return again.
Tim. I have a tree which grows here in my close,
and shortly must I fell it; tell my friends,
from high to low throughout, that whoso please
come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
and hang himself:-I pray you, do my greeting. Flav. Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him. Tim. Come not to me again: but say to Athens,
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
upon the beachéd verge of the salt flood,
909 ANDRUGIO DUKE OF GENOA IN HIS FALLEN
Y thoughts are fixt in contemplation
why this huge earth, this monstrous animal, that eates her children, should not have eyes and ears. Philosophie maintains that Nature's wise,
and forms no uselesse or unperfect thing.
Did Nature make the earth, or the earth Nature?
exclaiming thus: O thou all-bearing earth,
which men do gape for, till thou cramst their mouths,
910 MARCELLA'S NARRATION OF THE MURDER OF PORREX BY THE QUEEN HIS MOTHER
UT hear his ruthful end:
B the noble prince, pierced with the sudden wound,
out of his wretched slumber hastily start,
whose direful hand gave him the mortal wound,
will never part from me, when with a braide a deep fetched sigh he gave, and therewithal clasping his hands, to heaven he cast his sight, and straight pale death pressing within his face, the flying ghost his mortal corpse forsook. 911 O queen of adamant! O marble breast! if not the favour of his comely face, if not his princely cheer and countenance, his valiant active arms, his manly heart, if not his fair and seemly personage, his noble limbs in such proportion cast as would have wrapt a silly woman's thought: if this might not have moved thy bloody heart, and that most cruel hand the wretched weapon even to let fall, and kissed him in the face, with tears for ruth to reave such one by death; should nature yet consent to slay her son? O mother, thou to murder thus thy child!
Even Jove with justice must with lightening flames from heaven send down some strange revenge on thee. Ah, noble prince, how oft have I beheld
thee mounted on thy fierce and trampling steed
shining in armour bright before the tilt;
how oft in arms on horse to bend the mace,
912 A FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON TO CHOOSE SOME
! CLEON, cease to trifle thus with life:
a mind, so barren of experience,
can hoard up nought but misery, Believe me.
the needy wretch, who never learnt a trade,
my riches-Frail security-My farms,
my houses, my estate-Alas! my friend,
fortune makes quick dispatch, and in a day
can strip you bare as beggary itself.
Grant that you now had piloted your bark
What tell you me? have I not friends to fly to?
your sinking hand would only grasp a shade.
913 EXTON WITH THE COFFIN OF KING RICHARD II–
REAT king within this coffin I present
thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
the mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
Bol. Exton, I thank thee not: for thou hast wrought a deed of slander with thy fatal hand
upon my head and all this famous land. Ext. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed. Bol. They love not poison that do poison need,
nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead,
I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,
to wash this blood off from my guilty hand :—
Ang."Tanother thing to fall. I not deny.
'IS one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
the jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
may, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
to justice, that justice seizes. What know the laws,
for I have had such faults; but rather tell me,
Where is the provost?
Pro. Here, if it like your honour.
See that Claudio
be executed by nine to-morrow morning:
Esc. Well, Heaven forgive him; and forgive us all!
OD speed fair Helena! Whither away?
your eyes are lode-stars: and your tongue's sweet air
when wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching; O, were favour so!
yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
my ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
you sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love.