Than one that's sick o' the gout: since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd By the sure physician, death ; who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks, and wrists: You good gods, give me than all. desire : For Imogen’s dear life, take mine; and though 'Tis not so dear, yet ’tis a life; you coin'd it: 'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: You rather mine, being yours: And so, great powers, A. 5, s. 4. a CYMBELINE, COURAGE OF DESPERATION. I WILL to-morrow, (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters : More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :We are yet but young in deed. MACBETH, A. 3, s. 4. my fear; CROOKED BACK AND CROOKED MIND. GLOSTER. Thy son I kill'd for his presump tion. K. HENRY. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. And thus I prophecy,—that many a thousand, Which now mistrust no parcel of And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye,Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, And orphans for their parents' timeless death, Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; To wit,-an indigest deformed lump, a Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. born, To signify, thou cam’st to bite the world : And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Thou cam’stGLO. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy speech : [Stabs him. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. K. HEN. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lan caster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be alway shed From those that wish the downfal of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say—I sent thee thither, [Stabs him again. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of; For I have often heard my mother say, I came into the world with my legs forward: Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? The midwife wonder'd: and the women cried, O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth! And so I was ; which plainly signified ; That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother: And this word-love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me; I am myself alone. Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light; But I will sort a pitchy day for thee: For I will buz abroad such prophecies, That Edward shall be fearful of his life; And, then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone : Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest Counting myself but bad, till I be best.I'll throw thy body in another room, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 5, s. 6. CUNNING. WHEN the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 4, s. 7. CUNNING UNDERMINING GENIUS. The happy man; whether defect of judgment, ing peace do fail. Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. CORIOLANUS, A. 4, 8. 7. CURSE OF UNLAWFUL AMBITION. post : |