REVENG

Cafar's fpirit ranging for revenge,

With Ate by his fide come hot from hell,
Shall in thefe confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havock and let flip the dogs of war.

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Julius Cæfar, A. 3. Sc. 4.

Lo, by thy fide where Rape, and Murder, ftands ; 30
Now give fome 'furance that thou art Revenge,od &A
Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot-wheels;
And then I'll come and be thy waggoner,
And whirl along with thee about the globe;
Provide two proper Palfries black as jet,
To hale thy vengeful waggon fwift away,
And find out murders in their guilty caves;
And when thy car is loaden with their heads,
I will dismount, and by thy waggon-wheel
Trot like a fervile footman all day long;
Even from Hyperion's rifing in the east,
Until his very downfall in the fea.

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And day by day I'll do this heavy task, pox mod Hand So thou deftroy Rapine and Murder there.

Titus Andronicus, A. 5. Sc. 4.

RICHARD III. CHARACTER

Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;

Thy fchool-days frightful, defp'rate, wild and furious; Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, fubtle, fly and bloody.

King Richard III. A. 4. Sc. 5.

RING IN A DARK PIT.
Upon his bloody finger he doth wear
A precious
Which, a taper in fome monument,

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Doth thing, that lightens all the hole;

upon the dead man's earthy cheeks; And fhews the ragged entrails of this pit.

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Titus Andronicus, A. 2. Sc. 7.

RISING PASSION.

I prythee, daughter, do not make me mad;
I will not trouble thee. My child,
We'll no more meet, no more fee of

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another.

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But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter,
Or rather a difeafe that's in

fiefh,

À plague.

Which I muft needs call mine; thou art a bile,

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A plague-fore, or imboffed carbuncle,

In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee,

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Let fhame come when it will, I do not call it;
I do not hid the Thunder-bearer fhoot, ph, mus
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.ind e f
Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leifure. 23% 0
I can be patient, I can ftay with Regan;

I, and my hundred knights. King Lear, A.2. Sc. 12.

ROYALTY.

-Do but think

How fweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whofe circuit is Elyfjum,

And all that poets feign of blifs and joy.

Henry VI. Part. III. A. 1. Sc.. Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour, for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imaginations,

They often feel a world of retlefs cares

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So that between their titles, and low name, on SÁLSKA) There's nothing differs but the outward famego särivu King Richard III. A. z. Sc. 5. SHEPHERD'S, LIFE.Denisto

O God! methinks it were a happy life ad gridaM
To be no better than a homely fwain guns
To fit upon a hill, as I do now;

To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, and said T
Thereby to fee the minutes how they run,

How many make the hour full complete,

How many hours bring about the day, so wod JalA How many days will finish up the year, TE, 019394 W How many years a mortal man may live.Tow oisid W. When this is known, then to divide the timesAT. So many. hours must I tend my flock; njiĢimos 100 So many hours muft I take my reft; Thakimg nA So many hours must I contemplatedly downro many hours must I fport myself; got a 22 JUM So many days my ewes have been with young

So

So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean;

So hsed boa any months ere I fhall fheer the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, Paft over, to the end they were created,grey Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.

Ah!

Ah! what a life were this! how sweet, how lovely! A
Gives not the hawthorn-bush a fweeter fhade xxoo y al
To fhepherds looking on their filly fheep, smadi..
Than doth a rich-embroider'd canopy

To Kings, that fear their fubjects treachery?z na?
O, yes, it dath; a thousand-fold it doth.
And to conclude, the fhepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
His wonted fleep under a fresh tree's shade,
All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands fparkling in a golden cup,
His body couched on a curious bed,

When care, miftruft and treasons wait on him.

Henry VI. Part III. A. 2. Sc. 6.

SOLLICITATION.

-Think with thyfelf,

How more unfortunate than all living women
Are we come hither; face thy fight, which fhould
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with
comforts,

Conftrains them weep, and fhake with fear and forrow;
Making the mother, wife, and child, to fee
The fon, the husband, and the father tearing
His country's bowels out. And to poor we,
Thine enmity's moft capital; thou barr'ft us
Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort.
That all but we enjoy: for how can we,
Alas! how can we, for our country pray,
Whereto we're bound, together with thy victory,
Whereto we're bound? Alack! or we muft lofe
The country, our dear nurfe; or elfe thy perfon,
Our comfort in the country. We must find
An eminent calamity, though we had
Our with, which fide fhould win
Muft, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles thorough our ftreet; or elfe
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
And bear the palm, for having bravely fhed
Thy wife and children's blood, For myfelf, fon
I purpofe not to wait on fortune, 'till
Thefe wars determine. If I can't perfuade thee

for either thou

Rather

Rather to fhew a noble grac

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SORROW. 3310ЯT

O Gertrude, Gertrude, 19. do not fisganov odT When forrows come, they come not fingle spies,

But in battalions..

Hamlet, A. 4. Sc. 5.

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SU BMISSIO Nod hasnandzil God is much difpleafed That with unthankfulness you take his doing. In common worldly things 'tis ungrateful With dull unwillingness to pay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent: Much more to be thus oppofite with heaven aveniebat of For it requires the royal debt it lent you. obaly sour I King Richard III. A. 2. Sc. z.

TEAR Suites, 9god brosch A When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears y endT Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew aid of a'v Upon a gather'd lily almoft wither'd.

ang at bid Titus Andronicus, A.3. Sc. 2.

THANKS.

Thanks, to men

Of noble minds, is honourable meed

Portofia luieled box.

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Τ Η 1 Ε V Ε R.
-I'll example you

With

The Sun's a thief, and with his great attraction oved T
Robs the vast fea. The Moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire the f fnatches from the Sun. stood asT
The fea's a thief, whofe liquid furge refolves binow
The Moon into falt tears. The earth's a thief,
Lam you ¿A
That feeds and breeds by a compofture ftol'n bloode
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Front feral excrements. Each thing's a thief.
The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power
Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves: away!
Rob one another. Timon of Athens, A. 4. Sc. 7.

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TIME.

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What, keep a week away? feven days and nights?
Eight fcore eight hours? and love's abfent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
Oh, weary reckoning!

Othello, A. 3. Sc. 13..

TROILUS'S CHARACTER.

The youngest fon of Priam, a true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchlefs; firm of word;
Speaking in deeds, and deedlefs in his tongue;
Nor foon provok'd, nor, being provok'd, foon calm'd:
His heart and hand both open, and both free;
For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he fhews;
Yet gives he not, 'till judgement guide his bounty;
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath:sh d
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous; divaidy

For Hector in his blaze of wrath fubfcribes
To tender objects; but he in heat of action
Is more vindicative than jealous love.
They call him Troilus, and on him erect
A fecond hope, as fairly built as Hector.

Thus fays Eneas, one that knows the youthbard
Ev'n to his inches; and with private foul,

no book Did in great lion thus tranflate him to me.y's nog?" Troilus and Crefida, A. 4. Sc. 9.

V AL E DESCRIBED.IS

A barren and detested vele, you fee, it is

The trees, tho' fummer, yet forlorn and lean, 15.010
O'ercome with mofs, and baleful miffeltoe.
Here never fhines the fun; here nothing breeds,
Unless the nightly owl, or fatal raven.

And when they thew'd me this abhorred pit,

They told me, here at dead time of the night order
A thoufand fiends, a thoufand hiffing fnakes,
Ten thoufand fwelling toads, as many urchins,
urchins,Al
Would make fuch fearful and confufed cries,
As any mortal body, hearing it,

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Should ftraight fall mad, or else die fuddenly, 1 tome Titus Andronicus, A. 2. Sc.

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