MENTAL AGONY. HAD it pleas'd heaven Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; To point his slow unmoving finger at,- Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion there! Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; Ay, there, look grim as hell! OTHELLO, A. 4, s. 2. MERCY NOBILITY'S TRUE BADGE. STAY, Roman brethren ;-Gracious conqueror, O! if to fight for king and common weal TITUS ANDRONICUS, A. 1, s. 2. MINCE NOT THE TRUTH. SPEAK to me home, mince not the general tongue; Name Cleopatra as she's called in Rome: Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults With such full license, as both truth and malice Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds, When our quick winds lie still; and our ills told us, Is as our earing. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 2. MIND IN MANNER. "Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 4, s. 5. MIND IN VOICE. THE shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man's. CORIOLANUS, A. 1, s. 6. MIND, LIKE MATTER, EVER HEAVING. EQUALITY of two domestick powers Breeds scrupulous faction: The hated, grown to strength, Are newly grown to love: the condemn'd Pompey, Rich in his father's honour, creeps apace Into the hearts of such as have not thriv'd Upon the present state, whose numbers threaten; And quietness, grown sick of rest, would purge By any desperate change. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 3. MIND SHOULD ASSIMILATE BEFORE MATTER. KING. 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods, All that is virtuous, (save what thou dislik'st, go, Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair; And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn, Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb Is her own dower; honour, and wealth, from me. BERTRAM. I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't. KING. Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou should'st HELENA. That you are well restor❜d, my lord, Let the rest go. KING. defeat, My honour's at the stake; which to I must produce my power: Here, take her hand, Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift, That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love, and her desert; that canst not dream, We, poizing us in her defective scale, Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know, It is in us to plant thine honour, where We please to have it grow: Check thy contempt: Obey our will, which travails in thy good: Believe not thy disdain, but presently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right, Which both thy duty owes, and our power claims; Or I will throw thee from my care for ever, Into the staggers, and the careless lapse Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate, Loosing upon thee in the name of justice, Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now KING. Take her by the hand, And tell her, she is thine: to whom I promise A counterpoize; if not to thy estate, A balance more replete. BER. upon I take her hand. KING. king, Smile this contráct; whose ceremony Shall seem expedient on the now-borne brief, And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast Shall more attend upon the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'st her, Thy love's to me religious; else, does err. Good fortune, and the favour of the ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, A. 2, s. 3. MISFORTUNE OF TRUE LOVE. CRESSID, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, That the blest gods-as angry with my fancy, More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities,-take thee from me. |