PET. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday. TAMING OF THE SHREW, A. 2, s. 1. MODESTY OF THE HERO. PRAY now, no more: my mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood, When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done, As you have done: that's what I can; induc'd He, that has but effected his good will, CORIOLANUS, A. 1, s. 9. MURDER OF THE INNOCENT. K. JOHN. Come hither, Hubert. O my We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh But thou shalt have: and creep time ne'er so slow, S Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. Had back'd thy blood, and made it heavy, thick; (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes, Though that my death were adjunct to my act, K. JOHN. Do not I know, thou would'st? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy: I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way; And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me: Dost thou understand me? Thou art his keeper. HUB. And I will keep him so, That he shall not offend your majesty. K. JOHN. Death. Enough. I could be merry now: Hubert, I love thee.Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee: Remember. KING JOHN, A. 3, s. 3. MUSIC AND ITS QUALITIES. MARIANA. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away; Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.[Exit Boy. Enter DUKE. I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish You had not found me here so musical: To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. MEASURE FOR MEASURE, A. 4, s. 1. MUSIC THE TOUCHSTONE OF If musick be the food of love, play on, That strain again;-it had a dying fall: TWELFTH NIGHT, A. 1, s. 1. EXPERIENCE MUST BE BOUGHT. No care, no stop! so senseless of expence, That he will neither know how to maintain it, Nor cease his flow of riot: Takes no account How things go from him; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue: Never mind Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done? He will not hear, till feel: I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fye, fye, fye, fye! TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 2. MYSTERY OF THE HUMOURS. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, MERCHANT OF Venice, a. 1, s. 1. NATURE COLLAPSING. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going, Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses, It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offering; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy расе, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. earth, -Thou sure and firm-set Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, |