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And interjoin their issues. So with me:-
CORIOLANUS, A. 4, s. 4.
FICKLENESS OF POPULAR
OPINION. 'FAITH, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er lov’d them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground.
CORIOLANUS, A. 2, s. 2.
FILIAL INGRATITUDE. RETURN to her ? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o' the air; To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,Necessity's sharp pinch !-Return with her ? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless
took Our youngest born, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg To keep base life afoot :-Return with her ? Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter To this detested groom. I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad; I will not trouble thee, my child ; farewell : We'll no more meet, no more see one another :But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh,
KING LEAR, A. 2, s. 4.
I WOULD not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his
eyes; nor thy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. The sea,
with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd
up, And quench'd the starred fires : yet, poor old
heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the
key; All cruels else submitted. But I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children.
KING LEAR, a. 3, s. 7.
[Putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest,
CYMBELINE, A. 1, s. 2.
FLATTERY Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flatter'd, is worthy o' the flatterer.
TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 1.
FLATTERY OF HEROES.
JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 2, s. 1.
FORCED MARRIAGES ARE OFT
MISCARRIAGES. PAROLLES. To the wars, my boy, to the wars ! He wears his honour in box
unseen, That hugs his kicksy-wicksey here at home.
BERTRAM. It shall be so; I'll send her to
my house, Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, And wherefore I am fled; write to the king That which I durst not speak : His present gift Shall furnish me to those fields, Where noble fellows strike: War is no strife To the dark house, and the detested wife.
PAR. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure ? BER. Gowith me to my chamber, and adviseme. I'll send her straight away: To-morrow I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow. PAR. Why, these balls bound; there's noise
in it. 'Tis hard ; A young man, married, is a man that's marr’d: Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go: The king has done you wrong: but, hush! 'tis so.
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, A. 2, s. 3.
FORCED MARRIAGES MAKE DESERT
Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.
That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord !
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, A. 3, s. 2.
FORCE OF SOUL.
JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 1, s. 3.