Beggar the estimation which you priz'd TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 2, s. 2. THE BROW OF ROYALTY. appear, SEE, see, king Richard doth himself K. RICHARD II., A. 3, s. 3. THE CARES OF ROYALTY. THIS battle fares like to the morning's war, Sometime, the flood prevails; and then, the wind: Yet neither conqueror, nor conquered: To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I cóntemplate; So many days my ewes have been with young; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth; a thousand fold it doth. When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 2, s. 5. THE CARES OF THE GREAT. SORROW breaks seasons, and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Princes have but their titles for their glories, They often feel a world of restless cares: K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 4. THE CHARM OF GOOD MANNERS AND EXPRESSION. SEBASTIAN, I have entertained thee, Partly, that I have need of such a youth, TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, A. 4, s. 4. THE CHILD OUTWITTING THE MAN. DUCHESS. I long with all my heart to see the prince: I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. Q. ELIZABETH. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York Hath almost over-ta'en him in his growth. YORK. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. DUCH. Why, my young cousin? it is good to grow. YORK. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace: And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. DUCH. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee: He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, So long a growing, and so leisurely, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. ARCHBISHOP. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. DUCH. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. YORK. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. DUCH. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let me hear it. YORK. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. K. RICHARD III., A. 2, s. 4. THE CHOLERICK. NAY, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; What eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 3, s. 1. THE CONFESSION AND THE CRESSIDA. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: |