And sell the mighty space of our large honours, JULIUS CESAR, a. 4, s. 3. HEART STEADY-BRAIN COOLNERVES FIRM. STAY, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question Be advis'd: Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot More stronger to direct you than yourself; K. HENRY VIII., A. 1, s. 1. HEAVEN AND EARTH. BESHREW me, but I love her heartily: And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul. MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 2, s. 6. HEAVEN BEFORE EARTH. I HELD it ever, Virtue and knowledge were endowments greater That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me A more content in course of true delight To please the fool and death. CYMBELINE, A. 3, s. 2. HEAVEN PUNISHES WHERE THE No, no, my Escanes; know this of me,— For which, the most high gods not minding longer To withhold the vengeance that they had in store, Due to this heinous capital offence; Even in the height and pride of all his glory, When he was seated, and his daughter with him, In a chariot of inestimable value, A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, That all those eyes ador'd them ere their fall, Scorn now their hand should give them burial. 'Twas very strange. And yet but just; for though This king were great, his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward. PERICLES, A. 2, s. 4. HEAVEN OPERATING ON MAN. HORATIO. He waxes desperate with imagination. MARCELLUS. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. HOR. Have after:-To what issue will this come? MAR. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. HOR. Heaven will direct it. HAMLET, A. 1, s. 4. HEAVEN WEEPS WHERE CRIME ABOUNDS. BIGOT. Who kill'd this prince? HUBERT. 'Tis not an hour since I left him well: I honour'd him, I lov'd him; and will weep My date of life out, for his sweet life's loss. SALISBURY. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villainy is not without such rheum; BIG. Away, toward Bury, to the Dauphin there. PEMBROKE. There, tell the king, he may inquire us out. [Exeunt Lords. BASTARD. Here's a good world!-Knew you of this fair work? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, HUB. Do but hear me, sir. BAST. Ha! I'll tell thee what; Thou art damn'd as black-nay, nothing is so black; Thou art more deep damn'd than prince Lucifer: As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. BAST. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a chord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown thyself, Put but a little water in a spoon, Enough to stifle such a villain up.- HUB. If I in act, consent, or sin of thought BAST. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can KING JOHN, A. 4, s. 3. HELL UPON EARTH OF CIVIL WAR. Q. MARGARET. What! were you snarling all, before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, |