Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sighed truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Or lose mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me out Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me: We have been down together in my sleep, Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius, Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Like a bold flood o'er beat. O, come, go in, Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have The one half of my commission; and set down,- own ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Yet, Marcius that was much. Your hand! Most welcome! CORIOLANUS, A. 4, s. 5. THE GUILTY SOUL IN FEAR. GIVE me another horse,-bind up my wounds,Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue.-It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No;-Yes; I am: Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? Fool, of thyself speak well:-Fool, do not flatter. Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Came to my tent and every one did threat Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, K. RICHARD III., A. 5, s. 3. THE HANGMAN'S COMFORT. BUT the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills; which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both empty: the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness: O! of this contradiction you shall now be quit.-0, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge:-Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so the acquittance follows. Of heat and cold; he was nor sad nor merry. CLEO. O well-divided disposition!-Note him,. Note him, good Charmian, 'tis the man; but note him: He was not sad; for he would shine on those That make their looks by his : he was not merry ; Which seem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy: but between both : O heavenly mingle!-Be'st thou sad, or merry, The violence of either thee becomes; So does it no man else. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 5. THE HAPPY MEDIUM. HE were an excellent man, that were made just in the mid-way between him and Benedick; the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, a. 2, s. 1. ISAB. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. ANG. I will not do't. ISAB. But can you, if you would ? ANG. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. ISAB. But might you do't, and do the world If so no wrong, your heart were touch'd with that remorse, As mine is to him? ANG. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late. ISAB. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well, believe this, And you were Isabel? should it then be thus ? ANG. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words. ISAB. Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made. ANG. Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him ;-he must die to morrow. ISAB. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him: |