O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now TITUS ANDRONICUS, A. 2, S. 4. FORGET PRINCIPLE, AND CHAOS You were half blasted ere I knew you:-Ha! You have been a boggler ever: But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't!) the wise gods seal our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. I found you as a morsel, cold upon Dead Caesar's trencher: nay, you were a fragment Of Cneius Pompey's; besides what hotter hours, Unregister'd in vulgar fame, you have Luxuriously picked out :-For, I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 3, s. 11. FORTUNE FAILS WITH THE LOSS OF PRINCIPLE. ANTONY. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't; It is asham'd to bear me !-Friends, come hither, I am so lated in the world, that I Have lost my way for ever :-I have a ship ATTENDANTS. Fly! not we. ANT. I have fled myself: and have instructed cowards To run, and show their shoulders.-Friends, be gone; I have myself resolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of you; be gone: Reprove the brown for rashness, and they them For fear and doting.-Friends, be gone; you shall Have letters from me to some friends, that will Sweep your way for you. Pray you, look not sad, Nor make replies of loathness: take the hint Which my despair proclaims; let that be left Which leaves itself: to the sea side straightway: I will possess you of that ship and treasure. Leave me, I pray, a little 'pray you now :-Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost command, Therefore I pray you :-I'll see you by and by. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 3, s. 9. FINDING THE STRAWBERRY, GLOSTER, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, That we should dress us fairly for our end. K. HENRY V., a. 4, s. 1. FORTITUDE IN EXTREMITY. MESSENGER. The nature of bad news infects the teller. ANTONY. When it concerns the fool, or coward.-On: Things, that are past, are done with me.—'Tis thus: Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death, I hear him as he flatter'd. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 2. FREEDOM OF THOUGHT. THOUGH I am bound to every act of duty, As where's that palace, whereunto foul things pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit OTHELLO, A. 3, s. 3. FRIENDSHIP. I TELL thee, Thy general is my lover. I have been (Of whom he's chief,) with all the size that verity Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise Have, almost, stamp'd the leasing. CORIOLANUS, a. 5, s. 2. FRIENDSHIP. I NEVER do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; Pays dear for my offences. CYMBELINE, A. 1, s. 2. FRIENDSHIP'S AGONY. I DOUBT not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand: Yours, Cinna;-and, my valiant Casca, yours ;Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen all,-alas! what shall I say ? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer. That I did love thee, Casar, O, 'tis true: Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Pardon me, Caius Cassius, The enemies of Cæsar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar. Friends am I with you all, and love you all; Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Why, and wherein Caesar was dangerous. That's all I seek: And am moreover suitor, that I may JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 3, s. 1. |