Even now the frozen bofom of the North,
And being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping South.
Romeo and Juliet, A. 4. Sc. •
DRUNKAR D S.
They were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they fmote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kiffing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unbackt colts, they prickt their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt mufic.
The Tempeft, A. 1. Sc. 4.
DRUNKENN ES S.
Drunk! and fpeak, parrot? and fquabble? fwagger? fwear? and difcourfe fuftian with one's own fhadow? O thou invifible fpirit of wine, if thou haft no name to be known by, let us call thee Devil!
O that men fhould put an enemy in their mouths, to fteal away their brains! That we should with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourfelves into beasts!
Your words have took fuch pains, as if they laboured
To bring manflaughter into form, fet quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,
Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When fects and factions were but newly born:
He's truly valiant, that can wifely fuffer
The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs, His outfides; to wear them like his raiment carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,
What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!
Timon of Athens, A. 3. Sc. 5.
INJUNCTIONS.
-They fay, the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention, like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they're feldom spent in vain; For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must fay, is listen'd more
Than they, whom youth and ease have taught to glose; More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives before : The fetting fun, and mufic in the close.
As the last taste of sweets is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance, more than things long past.
King Richard II. A. 2. Sc. a.
EMBARRASSMENT.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I have feen them fhiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midft of fentences,
Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
And, in conclufion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, fweet,
Out of this filence yet I pick'd a welcome :
And in the modefty of fearful duty
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of faucy and audacious eloquence.
Love therefore, and tongue-ty'd fimplicity,
In least, speaks moft to my capacity.
A Midfummer's Night Dream, A. 5. Sc. 1.
That pale, that white-fac'd fhore,
Whofe foot fpurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her iflanders ;
E'en till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, ftill fecure
And confident from foreign purposes,
E'en till that outmoft corner of the Weft,
Salute thee for her king.
This England never did, nor never fhall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them!-Nought thall make us rue,
If England to itself do reft but true,
King John, A. 5. Sc. 7.
This royal throne of kings, this fcepter'd ifle,
This earth of majefty, this feat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-Paradise,
This fortrefs built by Nature for herself,
Againft infection, and the hand of war;
This precious ftone fet in the filver fea,
Which ferves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defenfive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands;
This nurfe, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd for their breed, and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds, as far from home,
For chriftian service and true chivalry,
As is the fepulchre in ftubborn Jewry
Of the world's ranfon, bleffed Mary's fon;
This land of fuch dear fouls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it)
Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
England, bound in with the triumphant fea,
Whose rocky fhore beats back the envious fiege
Of wat'ry Neptune, is bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds.
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Richard II. A. 2. Sc. 1.
Dear earth, I do falute thee with my hand,
Though rebels wound thee with their horfes hoofs:
As a long-parted mother with her child
Plays fondly with her tears, and fmiles in meeting;
So, weeping, fmiling, greet I thee, my earth,
And do thee favour with my royal hands.
Feed not thy fovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
Nor with thy fweets comfort his rav'nous fense:
But let thy fpiders that fuck up thy venom,
And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way;
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
Which with ufurping steps do trample thee.
Yield ftinging nettles to mine enemies;
And, when they from thy bofom pluck a flower,
Guard it, I pr'ythee, with a lurking adder;
Whofe double tongue may with a mortal touch
Throw death upon thy fovereign's enemies.
Mock not my fenfelefs conjuration, Lords:
This earth fhall have a feeling; and these stones
Prove armed foldiers, ere her native king
Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms.
O England! model to thine inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart-
What might'ft thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
ENGLISH ARMY.
-all th' unsettled humours of the land;
Rafh, inconfid'rate fiery voluntaries,
With ladies faces and fierce dragons fpleens,
Have fold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless fpirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the fwelling tide,
To do offence, and scathe in Chriftendom.
EQUALITY.
(The natural rights of it.)
Why, man, he doth beftride the narrow world
Like a coloffus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves difhonourable graves.
Men at fome time are mafters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our ftars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæfar: What should be in that Cæfar?
Why should that name be founded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, 'tis as heavy; conjure with them,
Brutus will ftart a spirit as foon as Cæfar.
Now, in the name of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown fo great? Age, thou art fham'd:
Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age fince the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they fay till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O! you and I have heard our fathers fay,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his ftate in Rome
As eafily as a king..
Julius Caefar, A. 1. Sc. 2.
Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed.
O hateful Error, Melancholy's child!
Why doft thou thew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,
But kill'at the mother that engendered thee.
Julius Cæfar, A. 5. Sc. 3.
EULOGIUM ON HOTSPUR.
-Brave Percy-Fare thee well.
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou fhrunk !
When that this body did contain a fpirit,
A kingdom for it was too fmall a bound:
But now two paces of the vileft earth
Is room enough. This earth, that bears the dead,
Bears not alive fo ftout a gentleman.
If thou wert fenfible of curtesy,
I should not make fo great a fhew of zeal.
But let my favours hide thy mangled face,
And, e'en in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For doing thefe fair rights of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praife with thee to heaven;
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