Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead, Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 2. BEAUTY AND VIRTUE INDIGNANT AWAY!-I do condemn mine ears, that have Thee and the devil alike.-What ho! Pisanio!— The king my father shall be made acquainted Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, A saucy stranger, in his court, to mart As in a Romish stew, and to expound CYMBELINE, a. 1, s. 7. BEAUTY A WITCH, MUCH GIVEN 'Tis certain so;-the prince woos for himself. And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, a. 2, s. 1. BEAUTY, EARTH'S CONSERVATOR. WHO sees the heavenly Rosaline, That, like a rude and savage man of Inde, At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Bows not his vassal head; and, strucken blind, Kisses the base ground with obedient breast? What peremptory eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty ? O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Where several worthies make one dignity; Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,Fye, painted rhetorick! O, she needs it not; To things of sale a seller's praise belongs; She passes praise: then praise too short A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn, That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack: If that she learn not of her eye to look. LOVE'S LABOUR LOST, A. 4, s. 3. BEAUTY LIVES WITH KINDNESS. AND may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? shall, Antipholus, hate, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate? you did wed my sister for her wealth, If Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more kindness: Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle your false love with some show of blindness: Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger: Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; Be secret-false: What need she be acquainted? What simple thief brags of his own attaint? 'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed, Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife: 'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain, When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 3, s. 2. BEAUTY'S PORTRAIT. WHAT demi-god Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes? Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven In underprizing it, so far this shadow Doth limp behind the substance. MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 3, s. 2. BEAUTY, VIRTUE, FIDELITY, AND PRINCIPLE OVERCOME BY CUNNING FLATTERY. GLOSTER. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. ANNE. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man; No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. GLO. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. ANNE. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! GLO. More wonderful when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, ANNE. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, GLO. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself. ANNE. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make No excuse current, but to hang thyself. GLO. By such despair, I should accuse myself. ANNE. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd; For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, ANNE. Why then, they are not dead: But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. GLO. I did not kill your husband. Why, then he is alive. |