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O, tell me how it is; for ne'er till now
TITUS ANDRONICUS, A. 2, s. 4.
FORGET PRINCIPLE, AND CHAOS
COMES. You were half blasted ere I knew you :-Ha! Have I my pillow left unpress'd in Rome, Forborne the getting of a lawful race, And by a gem of women, to be abus'd By one that looks on feeders ? 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 Cæsar'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
Fly! not we.
cowards To run, and show their shoulders.-Friends, be
gone; I have myself resolv'd upon a course, Which has no need of
gone : My treasure's in the harbour; take it.-0, I follow'd that I blush to look
upon : My very hairs do mutiny; for the white 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.
I pray, a little : ’pray you now :-Nay, do so; for, indeed, I have lost comm
nmand, Therefore I pray you :-I'll see you by and by.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 3, s. 9.
FINDING THE STRAWBERRY,
UNDER THE NETTLE. GLOSTER, 'tis true, that we are in great danger; The greater, therefore, should our courage be.Good morrow, brother Bedford.--God Almighty!
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
K. HENRY V., A. 4, s. l.
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, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile
and false,As where's that palace, whereunto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so
OTHELLO, A. 3, s. 3.
I TELL thee, Thy general is my lover. I have been The book of his good acts, whence men have read His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplified; For I have ever verified my friends, (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.
I NEVER do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends ; Pays dear for my offences.
CYMBELINE, A. 1, s. 2.
I DOUBT not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand: First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you: Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;—now yours, Me
tellus ; Yours, Cinna ;-and, my valiant Casca, yours ;Though last, not least in love, yours, good Tre
bonius. 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.-
Pardon me, Caius Cassius, The enemies of Cesar shall
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 Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Why, and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.
That's all I seek : And am moreover suitor, that I may Produce his body to the market-place And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, Speak in the order of his funeral.
JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 3, s. 1.