Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them; He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, ACT III. LAVINA'S LOSS OF HER TONGUE DESCRIBED. O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence, Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage: Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear! DESPAIR. For now I stand as one upon a rock. Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by ware, TEARS. When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears CRUELTY TO INSECTS. Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. 1 Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother How would he hang his slender gilded wings, And buz lamenting doings in the air! Poor harmless fly! That with his pretty buzzing melody, [him. Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd REVENGE. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stand Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come, and be thy wagoner, And whiri along with thee about the globes. * Orpheus. Provide the proper palfries, black as jet, TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. ACT I. LOVE IN A BRAVE YOUNG SOLDIER CALL here my varlet,* I'll unarm again: The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; But I am weaker then a woman's tear, Tamer than sheep, fondert than ignorance; O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,— When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie endrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad In Cressida's love: Thou answer'st, she is fair; Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure * A servant to a knight. + Weaker. As true thou tell'st me, when I say-I love her;' Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me SUCCESS NOT EQUAL TO OUR HOPES. The ample proposition, that hope makes Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters ADVERSITY THE TRIAL OF MAN. Why then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abashed behold our works; But the protractive trials of great Jove, ON DEGREE. Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In meret oppugnancy: The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) *Twisted and rambling. † Joined by affinity. + Absolute. Should lose their names, and so should justice too. And appetite, an universal wolf. So doubtedly secondly with will and power, ACHILLES DESCRIBED BY ULYSSES. The great Achilles,-(whom opinion crowns) Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Breaks scurril jests; And with ridiculous and awkward action (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) He pageants* us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, And, like a strutting player,-whose conceit He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, 'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquair'd,|| Now play me Nestor;--hem, and stroke thy beard, That's done;-as near as the extremest ends 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, * In modern language, takes us off. + Supreme. § Beyond the truth. The galleries of the theatre. || Unadapted And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age CONDUCT IN WAR SUPERIOR TO ACTION. The still and mental parts, 'That do contrive how many hands shall strike, They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet-war RESPECT. I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phœbus. ACT II. DOUBT, The wound of peace is surdity, PLEASURE AND REVENGE. For pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice |