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And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. LADY M.
What beast was it then, That made
break this enterprise to me? When
durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
If we should fail,
We fail !
the warder of the brain,
МАСв. Bring forth men children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy
two Of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers, That they have done't ? LADY M.
Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death ? MACB.
I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show : False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
MACBETH, A. 1, s. 7.
EVIL MINDS DELIGHT IN SCANDAL.
OPEN your ears ; For which of you will stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
K. HENRY IV., PART II., Induction.
EVIL PERSONIFIED. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Clarence,—whom I, indeed, have laid in dark
ness, I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; And tell them—'tis the queen and her allies, That stir the king against the duke my brother. Now they believe it; and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them—that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe
naked villainy With old odd ends, stol’n forth of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 3.
That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in
nature, Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead !—nay, not so much, not
two; So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not let e’en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite
grown By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is
woman !A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears :—why she, even she,O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my
uncle, My father's brother; but no more like Than I to Hercules : Within a month; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married :-0 most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; But break, my heart ; for I must hold my tongue!
HAMLET, A. 1, s. 2.
EVILS OF DIVIDED COUNCILS. EXETER. How were they lost? what treachery
was us’d ? MESSENGER. No treachery; but want of men
Among the soldiers this is muttered, —
K. HENRY VI., PART I., A. 1, s. l.
EXTINCT ANTIPATHIES. How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him, for he is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation; and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest: Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!
MERCHANT OP VENICE, A. 1, s. 3.
EXTREMITY OF EVIL.
DISEASES, desperate gown,
HAMLET, A. 4, s. 3.