That we may bring you something on the way. As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; I'll privily away: I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes: ESCAL. Lead forth, and bring you back in you: Fare you well. MEASURE FOR measure, a. 1, s. 1. GAIN AND KEEP A VIRTUOUS LUCIO. SISTER'S LOVE. This is the point. Governs lord Angelo: a man, whose blood But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge Which have, for long, run by the hideous law, Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother. ISABELLA. My power! alas! I doubt.- All their petitions are as freely theirs LUCIO. But, speedily. ISAB. I will about it straight; No longer staying but to give the mother Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you: Commend me to my brother: : soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success. LUCIO. I take my leave of you. ISAB. Good sir, adieu. MEASURE FOR measure, a. 1, s. 5. 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 salt; TEMPEST, A. 1, s. 2. GOD'S IMAGE. WHAT a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! HAMLET, A. 2, s. 2. GOOD DESERTED BRINGS Ir thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ;—and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out! If this, which he avouches, does appear, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. MACBETH, A. 5, s. 5. GOD WORKS WITH THOSE THAT WORK WITH HIM. COUNTESS. Even so it was with me, when I was young: If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong: Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults;—or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now. HELENA. What is your pleasure, madam? I am a mother to you. HEL. COUNT. You know, Helen, Mine honourable mistress. Nay, a mother; Why not a mother? When I said, a mother, Methought you saw a serpent: What's in mother, That you start at it? I say, I am your mother; And put you in the catalogue of those That were enwombed mine: 'Tis often seen, L Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, HEL. That I am not. COUNT. I say, I am your mother. HEL. Pardon, madam; The count Rousillon cannot be my brother: I am from humble, he from honour'd name; No note upon my parents, his all noble : My master, my dear lord he is: and I His servant live, and will his vassal die : He must not be my brother. COUNT. Nor I your mother? HEL. You are my mother, madam; 'Would you were (So that my lord, your son, were not my brother,) Indeed, my mother!-or were you both our mothers, I care no more for, than I do for heaven, God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, So strive upon your pulse: What, pale again? My fear hath catch'd your fondness: Now I see The mystery of your loneliness, and find Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross, |