PUNISHMEN T.

The Law hath not been dead, though it hath flept:
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
If the firft man, that did the edict infringe,
Had anfwer'd for his deed. Now 'tis awake;
Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glafs that fhews what future evils,
Or new, or by remiffness new-conceiv'd,
And fo in progrefs to be hatch'd and born,
Are now to have no fucceffive degrees;
But here they live, to end.

Measure for Measure, A. 2: ̈Sc. 1.

QUIBBLING.

O dear difcretion, how his words are fuited!
The fool hath planted in his memory
An army of good words; and I do know
A many fools that ftand in better place,
Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. 5.

RANCO UR.

I hate him, for he is a Chriftian :

But more, for that in low fimplicity

He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of ufance here, with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our facred nation; and he rails,
Ev'n there where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls intereft. Curfed be my tribe,
. If I forgive him!

The Merchant of Venice, A. 1. Sc. 3.

RASH N ESS O F

I beseech your Majefty to make it

YOUTH.

Natural rebellion done i'th' blade of youth,
When oil and fire, too ftrong for reason's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on.

All's Well that Ends Well, A.

RAVING O F A MOTHER.

I am not mad; this hair I tear is mine :
My name is Conftance; I was Geffrey's wife:
Young Arthur is my fon, and he is loft!
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were !
For then, 'tis like, I fhould forget myself.
Oh, if I could, what grief fhould I forget!
Preach fome philofophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canoniz'd, Cardinal:
For, being not mad, but fenfible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reafon
How I may be delivered of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself.
If I were mad, I fhould forget my son,
Or madly think a babe of clouts were he :
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The diffrent plague of each calamity.

King John, A. 3. Sc. 4

Father Cardinal, I have heard you fay,

That we shall see and know our friends in heav'n.
If that be, I fhall fee my boy again:

For, fince the birth of Cain, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday fufpire,
There was not fuch a gracious creature born.
But now will canker forrow eat my bud,
And chafe the native beauty from his cheek;
And he will look as hollow as a ghoft,
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit;
And fo he'll die; and rifing fo again,
When I fhall meet him in the court of heav'n,
I shall not know him: therefore never, never,
Muft I behold my pretty Arthur more.

RECOMMENDATION.

(A Death-bed one.)

Sir-I most humbly pray you to deliver
This to my lord the King-

Ibid.

In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chafte loves his young daughter,
The dews of heaven fall thick in bleflings on her!
Befeeching him to give her virtuous breeding;
(She is young, and of a noble, modest nature;

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I hope fhe will deferve well;) and a little

To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him,
Heav'n knows how dearly! My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have fome pity
Upon my wretched women, that fo long
Have followed both my fortunes faithfully :
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
(And now I fhould not fye) but will deferve,
For virtue, and true beauty of the foul,
For honefty, and decent carriage,

A right good hufband let him be a noble
And fure thofe men are happy that shall have 'em.
The laft is, for my men.They are the pooreft;
But poverty could never draw them from me ;-
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
And fomething over, to remember me by:
If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life,
And abler means-we had not parted thus.
Thefe are the whole contents: and, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world,
As you with Chriftian peace to fouls departed,
Stand thefe poor people's friend, and urge the King
To do me this last right. Henry VIII A. 4.

REFORMATION.

Sc. 2.

I know you all, and will awhile uphold
The unyok'd humour of your idleness:
Yet herein will I imitate the fun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To fmother up his beauty from the world;
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mitts
Of vapours, that did feem to ftrangle him.
If all the year was playing holidays,
To fport would be as tedious as to work;
But, when they feldom come, they witht-for come;
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents
So when this loose behaviour I throw off,
And pay the debt I never promised;
By how much better than my word I am,
By fo much shall I falfify men's hopes i

And,

And, like bright metal on a fullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall fhew more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to fet it off.
I'll fo offend, to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time, when men think least I will.

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Henry IV. Part I. A. 1. Sc. 2.

EGRE T.

-It fo falls out,

That what we have, we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy' it; but being lack'd and loft,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue that poffeffion would not fhew us
Whilt it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear the dy`d upon his words,
Th' idea of her life fhall fweetly creep
Into his ftudy of imagination,

And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving delicate, and full of life,

Into the eye and profpect of his foul,

Than when the liv'd indeed.

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 4. Sc. 1.

'REMEDY OF EVILS.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull
Our flow defigns, when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love fo high,
That makes me fee, and cannot feed my eye?
The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings,
To join like likes; and kifs, like native things.
Impoffible be ftrange attempts, to those

That weigh their pain in fenfe; and do fuppofe
What hath been, cannot be.

All's Well that Ends Well, A. 1. Sc. *.

REMORSE.

This deed unhapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A defloured maid! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

The law against it! But that her tender shame

Will

Will not proclaim against her maiden lofs,
How might fhe tongue me! yet reafon dares her:
For my authority bears a credent bulk ;
That no particular scandal once can touch,

But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd, ́
Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense,
Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge;
By fo receiving a dishonour'd life,

With ranfom of fuch fhame. Would yet he had liv'd!
Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,

Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not.
Meafure for Measure, A. 4. Sc. 4.

Oh! when the laft account 'twixt heav'n and earth
Is to be made, then shall his hand and feal
Witnefs against us to damnation.

How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds,
Makes deeds ill done! for, hadft not thou been by,
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
Quoted and fign'd to do a deed of fhame,
This murther had not come into my mind.
But, taking note of thy abhorr'd afpect,
Finding thee fit for bloody villainy,
Apt, liable to be employed in danger,
I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death;
And thou, to be endeared to a King,
Mad't it no confcience to deftroy a Prince.

King John, A. 4. Sc. 2.

Had'st thou but shook thy head, or made a pause,
When I fpake darkly what I purposed;
Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face,

Or bid me tell y tale in exprefs words;

Deep fhame had ftruck me dumb, made me break off, And thofe thy fears might have wrought fear in me: But thou didft understand me by my figns,

And didft in figns again parley with fin;

Yea, without ftop, didit let thy heart confent,

And confequently thy rude hand to act

The deed which both our tongues held vile to name.

R E P O SE.

She bids you

All on the wanton rushes lay you down,

Ibid.

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