Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
If thou canst like this creature as a maid,

I can create the rest: virtue and she,

Be her own dower: honour and wealth, from me.

X. Humlet's instruction to the Players.

SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue:, but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lieve the town-crier had spoke my lines. And 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 your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robusteous perriwig-pated 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.

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'er. step not the modesty of nature: for any thing so over. done is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as it were the mirror up to nature; to shew 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 one of which must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. Oh! there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, (not to speak it profanely,) that neither having the accent of christian. nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have sc strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of na ture's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered. That is villainous, and shews a most pitiful ambition in the fool who uses it.

XI. Polonius to Laertes.

THERE, my blessings with you;
And these few precepts in thy memory

Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,

Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.

Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be:
For 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.

XII. The Countess Roussillon to her son Bertram,

Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father In manners as in shape! Thy blood and virtue

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Contend for empire in thee! and thy goodness

Share with thy birthright! Love all; trust a few;
Do wrong to none be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use;

and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head! Farewell.

XIII. Exiled Duke's encouragement to exiles.

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,
This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sweet are the uses of adversity;

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head:

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

XIV. Friar Lawrence dissuading Romeo from committing suicide.

HOLD thy desperate hand:

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art;
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast:

Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!
Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both!
Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself;
And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,

By doing damned hate upon thyself?

Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven and earth?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit,
Which like an usurer abound'st in all,

And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man:

Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish.
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in the skill-less soldier's flask,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,

And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there too art thou happy
A pack of blessings light upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But like a mis'hav'd and a sullen weneh
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence, and comfort her;
But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.

XV. Norfolk's advice to the Duke of Buckingham, to restrain resentment.

I ADVISE you,

(And take it from a heart that wishes towards you
Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read
Your enemy's malice and his potency
Together: to consider further, that

What his high hatred would effect wants not
A minister in his power. You know his nature,
That he is revengeful; and I know his sword
Hath a sharp edge; it's long, and it may be said,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome.

Let your reason with your choler question
What is you go about. To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first. Anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself. We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that we run at,

-And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd;
I say again, there is no English soul

Who's stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.

XVI. John of Gaunt encouraging his son Boling broke going into banishment.

ALL places that the eye of heaven visits Arc to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus;