Of thrice three times the value of this bond. Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians are Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect A pound of man's flesh taken from a man And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not, And I will go and purse the ducats straight; I will be with you. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew, This Hebrew will turn Christian: he grows kina. DIRGE FOR IMOGEN (From "Cymbeline") EAR no more the heat o' the sun, FEAR Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Fear no more the frown o' the great, Fear no more the lightning-flash, Thou hast finished joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! PRAISE OF ROSALIND (From "As You Like It ") IY should this desert silent be? For it is unpeopled? No; Tongues I'll hang on every tree "Twixt the souls of friend and friend. But upon the fairest boughs, Or at every sentence end, Will I Rosalind a write, Teaching all that read to know The quintessance of every sprite Heaven would in little show. Therefore Heaven Nature charged That one body should be filled With all graces wide enlarged: Nature presently distilled Helen's cheek, but not her heart, Sad Lucretia's modesty. By heavenly synod was devised, To have the touches dearest prized. MACBETH SURROUNDED (From "Macbeth") Macbeth. Hang out our banners on the outward walls, The cry is still, "They come!" Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home.-What is that noise? Seyton. It is the cry of woman, my good lord. [A cry within of women.] [Exit. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in it. I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. [Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, To the last syllable of recorded time, [Enter a Messenger. Thou com'st to use thy tongue: thy story, quickly! Mess. I shall report that which I say I saw, But know not how to do it. Macb. Gracious my lord, Well, say sir. Mess. As I stand my watch upon the hill I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought, Macb. Liar and slave! [Striking him. Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so: Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. Macb. If thou speak'st false, Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth, I pull in resolution and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate of the world were now undone. Ring the alarum bell! Blow wind! come wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. CARDINAL WOLSEY (From "Henry VIII.") Griffith. About the hour of eight, which he himself His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues To hear me speak his good now? Kath. I were malicious else. Grif. Yes, good Griffith; The Cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly |