TALE IX. ARABELLA. Thrice blessed they that master so their blood- Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I. Scene 1. I sometimes do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage whom I dearly love. Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 4. Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu! Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 4. TALE IX. ARABELLA. Of a fair town where Doctor Rack was guide, She like a bright and polish'd brilliant shone; Pleased with her learning while discourse could please, way; Not to obtain such merits, but deny ; But when the rival flies too far before, His spirit fails, and he attempts no more. This reasoning maid, above her sex's dread, The merits of the Roman page she knew, Thus fame in public fix'd the maid, where all |