Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Let Hercules himself do what he may, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Ibia. Sc. 2. The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. What imports the nomination of this gentleman ? Ibid. Ibid. The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides. 'Tis the breathing time of day with me. Ibid. Ibid. There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? be now; I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, Ibid. And hurt Now the king drinks to Hamlet. A hit, a very palpable hit. This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest. Report me and my cause aright. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. 1 But they that are above Have ends in everything. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Maid's Tragedy act v. sc. 4. I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. Ibid. Ibid. As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion. Sc. 2. That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend! Sc. 4. Ibid. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is Ibid. Ibid. Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Nature in you stands on the very verge Act ii. Sc. 4. Of her confine. Necessity's sharp pinch! Stain my man's cheeks! Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. Ibid. Ibid Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ibid A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. Ibid. Unwhipp'd of justice. I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning. Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. Take physic, pomp; Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibia, Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. Ibid. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. Ibid. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,- Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man. Ibid. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. 1 The prince of darkness is a gentleman.—SUCKLING: The Goblins Sc. 6 Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6 I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice. Nature's above art in that respect. Ay, every inch a king. Sc. 6. Ibid. Ibid. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. Ibid. A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Ibid. Ibid. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. Ibid. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. That never set a squadron in the field, The bookish theoric. "T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, Ibid. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. Ibid And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Ibid. You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Ibid. The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. Sc. 2. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,1 |