THE FALL OF GREATNESS IN

ANTONY.

LOVE.

Now I must

To the young man send humble treaties, dodge
And palter in the shifts of lowness; who
With half the bulk o'the world play'd as I
pleas'd,

Making, and marring fortunes. You did know,
How much you were my conqueror; and that
My sword, made weak by my affection, would
Obey it on all cause.

CLEOPATRA.

O pardon, pardon. ANT. Fall not a tear, I say; one of them

rates

All that is won and lost: Give me a kiss; Even this repays me.— -We sent our schoolmaster,

:

Is he come back?—Love, I am full of lead :Some wine, within there, and our viands :-For

tune knows,

We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 3, s. 10.

TOO LATE FOR DINNER.

THE capon burns, the pig falls from the spit;
The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell,
My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home;
You come not home, because you have no
stomach;

You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,

Are penitent for your default to-day.
I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner :
I from my mistress come to you in post;
If I return, I shall be post indeed;

For she will score your fault upon my pate. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock,

And strike you home without a messenger.

COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 1, s. 2.

TOO NOBLE FOR FLATTERY.

MASTERS O'the people,

Your multiplying crowds how can he flatter, (That's thousand to one good one,) when you

now see,

He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, Than one of his ears to hear it.

CORIOLANUS, A. 2, s. 2.

TRAGEDY OF THE THREE

BROTHERS.

K. EDWARD. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd.

GLOSTER. But he, poor man, by your first order died,

And that a winged Mercury did bear;

Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
That came too lag to see him buried:-

God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal,
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion!

K. EDW. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death,

And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ?
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who sued to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd?
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love?
Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescu❜d me,
And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his garment; and did give himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But, when your carters, or your waiting-vassals,
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,

You straight are on your knees for pardon, .| pardon;

:

And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :-
But for my brother, not a man would speak,-
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all
Have been beholden to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life.-
O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.-
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. O,
Poor Clarence!

K. RICHARD III., A.2, s. 1.

TRUST NOT APPEARANCES.

ΤΙΜΟΝ.

You gods, reward them! I pr'ythee, man, look cheerly; These old fellows Have their ingratitude in them hereditary; Their blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it seldom flows; 'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind; And nature, as it grows again toward earth, Is fashion'd for the journey, dull, and heavy.Go to Ventidius,-[to a Serv.] 'Pr'ythee, [to FLAVIUS,] be not sad,

-

Thou art true, and honest; ingeniously I speak, No blame belongs to thee:-[to Serv.] Ventidius lately

Buried his father; by whose death, he's stepp'd Into a great estate: when he was poor, Imprison'd, and in scarcity of friends,

I clear'd him with five talents: Greet him from

me;

Bid him suppose, some good necessity

Touches his friend, which craves to be remember'd

With those five talents:-that had,-[to FLAV.] give it these fellows

To whom 'tis instant due. Ne'er speak, or think,

That Timon's fortune 'mong his friends can sink.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 2.

THE OPPOSITE DINNER SAUCES.

HOLOFERNES. Satis quod sufficit.

NATHANIEL. I praise God for you, sir; your reasons at dinner having been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without

affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy. I did converse this quondam day with a companion of the king's, who is intituled, nominated, or called Don Adriano de Armade.

HOL. Novi hominem tanquam te: His humour is lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gait majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate, as I may call it. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical fantasms, such insociable and point-devise companions; such rackers of orthography, as to speak, dout, fine, when he should say, doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t; not d, e, t: he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour, vocatur nebour; neigh, abbreviated, ne.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, A. 5, s. 1.

THE ILL-TIMED MARRIAGE.
I WITH all unwillingness will go.
O, would to God, that the inclusive verge
Of golden metal, that must round my brow,
Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;

And die, ere men can say-God save the queen!
No! why?-When he, that is my husband now,
Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;
When scarce the blood was well wash'd from
his hands.

Which issu'd from my other angel husband,