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And interjoin their issues. So with me:-
My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
This enemy-town.—I'll enter: if he slay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service.

CORIOLANUS, A. 4, s. 4.


OPINION. 'FAITH, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er lov’d them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground.

CORIOLANUS, A. 2, s. 2.

FILIAL INGRATITUDE. RETURN to her ? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o' the air; To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,Necessity's sharp pinch !-Return with her ? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless

took Our youngest born, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg To keep base life afoot :-Return with her ? Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter To this detested groom. I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad; I will not trouble thee, my child ; farewell : We'll no more meet, no more see one another :But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;

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Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh,
Which I must needs call mine; thou art a boil,
A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,
In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it :
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove :
Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure:
I can be patient.

KING LEAR, A. 2, s. 4.


I WOULD not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his



eyes; nor thy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. The sea,

with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd

up, And quench'd the starred fires : yet, poor old

heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the

key; All cruels else submitted. But I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children.

KING LEAR, a. 3, s. 7.

How! how! another ?-
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death !—Remain thou here

[Putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest,

As I my poor self did exchange for you,
To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles
I still win of you: For my sake, wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner.

CYMBELINE, A. 1, s. 2.


FLATTERY Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour: He, that loves to be flatter'd, is worthy o' the flatterer.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 1.

NEVER fear that: If he be so resolv’d,
I can o'ersway him: for he loves to hear,
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flattered.
Let me work:
For I can give his humour the true bent;
And I will bring him.

JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 2, s. 1.


MISCARRIAGES. PAROLLES. To the wars, my boy, to the wars ! He wears his honour in box

unseen, That hugs his kicksy-wicksey here at home.




BERTRAM. It shall be so; I'll send her to

my house, Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, And wherefore I am fled; write to the king That which I durst not speak : His present gift Shall furnish me to those fields, Where noble fellows strike: War is no strife To the dark house, and the detested wife.

PAR. Will this capricio hold in thee, art sure ? BER. Gowith me to my chamber, and adviseme. I'll send her straight away: To-morrow I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow. PAR. Why, these balls bound; there's noise

in it. 'Tis hard ; A young man, married, is a man that's marr’d: Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go: The king has done you wrong: but, hush! 'tis so.




Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.
Nothing in France, until he has no wife !
Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France,
Then hast thou all again. Poor lord ! is't I
That chase thee from thy country, and expose
Those tender limbs of thine to the event
Of the none-sparing war? and is it I
That drive thee from the sportive court, wherethou
Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
Fly with fasse aim ; move the still-piercing air,

That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord !
Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
Whoever charges on his forward breast,
I am the caitiff, that do hold him to it;
And, though I kill him not, I am the cause
His death was so effected: better 'twere,
I met the raving lion when he roar'd
With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
That all the miseries, which nature owes,
Were mine at once: No, come thou home,

Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
As oft it loses all; I will be gone :
My being here it is, that holds thee hence :
Shall I stay here to do't ? no, no, although
The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels offic'd all: I will be gone;
That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
To consolate tbine ear. Come, night; end, day!
For, with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.



0, HE sits high, in all the people's hearts;
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 1, s. 3.

AARON is gone; and my compassionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing, whereat it trembles by surmise :

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