Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart

A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter

Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say,

""T is true;" I'd not believe them more than thee,

All noble Marcius. O, let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath
broke,

And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here
I clip

The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou

Hamlet's, to the Players.

Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounce it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod : pray you, avoid it.

1 Play. I warrant your honour.

Ham. Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one, must in your

Costly thy habit, as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France, of the best rank and
station,

Are of a most select and generous choice in that.

Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For a loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all, To thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
II., I: 3. 1397.

ADVISERS.-Bad, Reproached. Boling. I will unfold some causes of your deaths.

You have misled a prince, a royal king, A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,

By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean. You have, in manner, with your sinful hours,

Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him; Broke the possession of a royal bed,

And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks

With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.

Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth; Near to the king in blood; and near in love, Till you did make him misinterpret me,Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries, And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,

Fating the bitter bread of banishment: Whilst you have fed upon my signories, Dispark'd my parks, and fell'd my forest woods,

From mine own windows torn my household coat,

Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign,—
Save men's opinions, and my living blood, -
To show the world I am a gentleman.
This, and much more, much more than
twice all this,

Condemns you to the death.

R. II., III: 1. 700.

AFFECTATION.-Forsworn.

Biron. *

Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,
Figures pedantical; these summer-flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostenta-
tion:

I do forswear them: and I here protest,
By this white glove (how white the hand,
God knows!)
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be ex-
press'd

In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes.
L. L., V: 2. 298.

AFFECTION.- Ardent.

Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame,

To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden

shaft

Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,

These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and fill'd,

Gon. * Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities, That he hath given away!-Now, by my life,

Old fools are babes again; and must be us'd With checks as flatteries,-when they are seen abus'd,

Remember what I have said.

-Infirmities of.

These eyes,-like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,

Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent: Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief;

And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground.

-Its Signs.

Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call

is numb,