But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues! Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Swallow them up. Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Act iv. Sc. 1. Ibid. But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago! I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips. But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger2 at! Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born. O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip Ibid. To lash the rascals naked through the world! 1 CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. i. 2 "His slow and moving finger" in Knight and Staunton. Ibid. Sc. 2. And smooth as monumental alabaster. Put out the light, and then put out the light: Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, I know not where is that Promethean heat Ibid. So sweet was ne'er so fatal. Ibid. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Ibid Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d. Ibid. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Sc. 2. The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, Ibid. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Ibid. I have not kept my square; but that to come Sc. 3 'T was merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver With fervency drew up. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Who does i' the wars more than his captain can He wears the rose Of youth upon him. Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward To business that we love we rise betime, This morning, like the spirit of a youth Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish; Sc. 7. Act iii. Sc. 1. Sc. 13. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 4. Ibid. Sc. 12. A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't. Sc. 14. That which is now a horse, even with a thought As water is in water. Ibid. O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.1 Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. Let's do it after the high Roman fashion. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming. Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. I have Immortal longings in me. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. Hath his bellyful of fighting. How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. Act ii. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise," His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin With everything that pretty is, As chaste as unsunn'd snow. Some griefs are medicinable. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. 1 See Marlowe, page 41. 2 See Lyly, page 32. Sc. 3. Ibid. Sc. 5. Act ii. Sc. 2. Sa 3. |