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I did receive fair speechless messages :
locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece; Which makes her seat of Belmont, Colchos'
many Jasons come in quest of her.
Nor have I money, nor commodity
credit can in Venice do ;
A NOBLE NATURE AT WAR WITH
TIMON. Uncover, dogs, and lap.
You knot of mouth-friends! smoke, and luke
[Throwing water in their faces.
thou: [Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out. Stay, I will lend thee
borrow none. What, all in motion ? Henceforth be no feast, Whereat a villain's not a welcome guest. Burn, house; sink, Athens ! henceforth hated be Of Timon, man, and all humanity.
TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 3, s. 6.
A NOBLE NATURE GONE ASTRAY.
Ir grieves many: The gentleman is learned, and a most rare speaker, To nature none more bound; his training such, That he
furnish and instruct great teachers, And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see When these so noble benefits shall prove Not well dispos’d, the mind growing once corrupt, They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly
Than ever they were fair. This man so complete,
K. HENRY VIII., A, I, s. 2.
A TRUCE IN THE HEROIC AGE.
WORTHY of arms! as welcome as to one
4, s. 5.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, .
A TRUE FRIEND REBUKES WHERE
sullen, I'd be good to thee. APEMANTUS.
No, I'll nothing: for
the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou
Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly :
So; Thou’lt not hear me now,—thou shalt not then,
I'll lock Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears
should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery !
TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 2.
A VIRTUOUS WIFE AND SISTER'S
OMENS MAY NOT BE DISRE-
ANDROMACHE. When was my lord so much
ungently tempered, To stop his ears against admonishment ? Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
HECTOR. You train me to offend you; get
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.
to the day. HECT. No more,
Enter CASSANDRA. Cas. Where is my brother Hector ? AND. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in
intent. Consort with me in loud and dear petition. Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of
slaughter. Cas. 0, it is true. НЕСТ. Ho! bid my trumpet sound! Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens,
sweet brother. HECT. Begone, I say: the gods have heard
Cas. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
AND. O! be persuaded : Do not count it holy To hurt by being just: it is as lawful, For we would give much, to use violent thefts, And rob in the behalf of charity.
Cas. It is the purpose, that makes strong But vows to every purpose must not hold: Unarm, sweet Hector. HECT.
Hold you still, I say. Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious dear than life.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 5, s. 2.
ADMIRATION. SWEET mistress, (what your name is else I know
not, Nor by what wonder you
do hit on mine) Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you
Than our earth's wonder; more than earth