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Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match,

And on the wager lay two earthly women,

And Portia one, there must be something else Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude world Hath not her fellow.

MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 3, s. 5.

PERIL OF POWER.

PEACE, master marquis, you are malapert :
Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current :
O, that your young nobility could judge,
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!
They that stand high, have many blasts to shake
them;

And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces,

K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 3.

PERSUASION.

PRESS me not, 'beseech you, so;

There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world,

So soon as yours, could win me: so it should

now,

Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.

WINTER'S TALE, A. 1, s. 2.

PERTURBATION.

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd;
And I myself see not the bottom of it.

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 3, s. 3.

PERTURBATION OF A GREAT MIND ON THE DISCOVERY OF EVIL.

O ALL you host of heaven! O earth! What else ?

And shall I couple hell ?—O fye!—Hold, hold, my heart;

And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up!-Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory

I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,

All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
O most pernicious woman!

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,-meet it is, I set it down,

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark.

HAMLET, A. 1, s. 5.

PERVERTED AFFECTIONS.

Now is the winter of our discontent,
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled
front;

And now instead of mounting barbed steeds,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,—
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

But I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's
majesty ;

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them ;
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time;
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity;
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence, and the king,
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And, if king Edward be as true and just,

As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,

This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;
About a prophecy, which says-
-that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence

comes.

K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 1.

PHILOSOPHY OF CHARMS.

THAT handkerchief

Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
She was a charmer, and could almost read

The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it,

"Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it,

Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should

hunt

After new fancies: : She, dying, gave it me;
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't,
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose or give't away, were such perdition,
As nothing else could match.

'Tis true: There's magick in the web of it:
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
The sun to make two hundred compasses,
In her prophetick fury sew'd the work:
The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the

silk ;

And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.

OTHELLO, A. 3, s. 4.

PHILOSOPHY OF DISSIMULATION. YOUR face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters;-To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put

This night's great business into my despatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Only look up clear;

To alter favour ever is to fear:

Leave all the rest to me.

MACBETH, A. 1, s. 5.

PHILOSOPHY OF FRIENDSHIP. THE amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 2, s. 3.

PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE.

Look thou charácter. Give thy thoughts no tongue,

Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,
Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:

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