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For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom

say ; Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.

K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 2, s. 1.

GREATNESS FORGETFUL OF ITSELF.

SOMETIMES, when he is not Antony, He comes too short of that great property Which still should go with Antony.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, 8. I.

GREATNESS OF SOUL.

Why then, will I no more:Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, A cousin-german to great Priam's seed; The obligation of our blood forbids A gory emulation 'twixt us twain : Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so, That thou could'st sayThis hand is Grecian all, And this is Trojan; the sinews of this leg All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister Bounds-in my father's, by Jove multipotent, Thou should'st not bear from me a Greekish

member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our rank feud: But the just gods gainsay, That any drop thou borrow'st from thy mother, My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword Be drain'd! Let me embrace thee, Ajax : By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms; Hector would have them fall upon him thus : Cousin, all honour to thee.

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 4, s. 5.

GRIEF AND CONSOLATION. Give the gods a thankful sacrifice. When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it shows to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new. If there were no more women but Fulvia, then had you indeed a cut, and the case to be lamented; this grief is crowned with consolation; your old smock brings forth a new petticoat :-and, indeed, the tears live in an onion, that should water this sorrow.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 2.

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GRIEF IN PARTING ADDED TO BY PRESENTIMENT OF MISFORTUNE. Bushy. Madam, your majesty is too much

sad : You promis'd, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness, And entertain a cheerful disposition. QUEEN. To please the king, I did; to please

myself, I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard : Yet, again, methinks, Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me; and my inward soul With nothing trembles : at something it grieves, More than with parting from my lord the king. Bushy. Each substance of a grief hath

twenty shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so:

For sorrow's eye, glaz’d with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects ;
Like perspectives, which, rightly gaz’d upon,
Show nothing but confusion; ey'd awry,
Distinguish form : so your sweet majesty,
Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
Finds shapes of griefs, more than himself

, to wail; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what it is not. Then, thrice-gracious queen, More than your lord's departure weep not;

more's not seen : Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrow's eye, Which, for things true, weeps things imaginary, QUEEN. It may be so; but yet my inward

soul Persuades

me, it is otherwise: Howe'er it be, I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad, As—though, in thinking, on no thought I thinkMakes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink. Bushy. 'Tis nothing but conceit, my gracious

lady. QUEEN. 'Tis nothing less: conceit is still

deriv'd From some fore-father grief; mine is not so; For nothing hath begot my something grief; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve; 'Tis in reversion that I do

possess ;
But what it is, that is not yet known; what
I cannot name;
'tis nameless woe,

I wot.
K. RICHARD II, A. 2, s. 2.

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GRIEF UTTERED A SAFETY-VALVE

TO THE HEART. DUCHESS. Why should calamity be full of Q. ELIZABETH. Windy attornies to their

words?

client woes,

Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
Poor breathing orators of miseries !
Let them have scope: though what they do

impart Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.

DUCH. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd: go

with me,

And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother’d.

K. BICHARD III., A. 4, s. 4.

GROWTH OF IMAGINATION. OUR

poesy is as a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourish’d: The fire i'the flint Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. l.

HAPPILY BEGOTTEN. COME hither, England's hope: If secret powers Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty ; His head by nature fram’d to wear a crown, His hand to wield a scepter; and himself Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords; for this is he Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 4, s. 6.

HAPPINESS IN EMPLOYMENT.

WHAT is a man, If his chief good, and market of his time, Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, Looking before, and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To rust in us unus'd.

HAMLET, A. 4, s. 4.

HARD AND SOFT. LEAR. O me, my heart, my rising heart !

but, down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels, when she put them i'the paste alive; she rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down.

KING LEAR, A. 2, s. 4.

HASTINESS. ENOUGH of this: it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born.

CYMBELINE, A. 1, s. 5,

HE WAS TOO NOBLE FOR THEM. REMEMBER March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?

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