O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks; to forget their faults, I drink to you. TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 2. AN OLD SINNER ACTING THE That HARRY, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears. thou art my son, I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If, then, thou be son to me, here lies the point;Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses? a question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes also:And yet there is a virtuous man, whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r-lady, inclining to threescore; and, now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month? K. HENRY IV., part 1., a. 2, s. 4. AN OVER GENEROUS NATURE RE- O, BLESSED breeding sun, draw from the earth The greater scorns the lesser: Not nature, But by contempt of nature. Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord: It is the pasture lards the brother's sides, The want that makes him lean. Who dares, who dares, In purity of manhood stand upright, roots! I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this, will make black, white; foul, fair; Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? What this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds Among the rout of nations, I will make thee But yet I'll bury thee: Thou'lt go, strong thief, [Keeping some gold. TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 4, s. 3. ANTAGONISM OF THE SOLDIER AND THE PRIEST. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest, You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your reasons: You know, an enemy intends Or like a star dis-orb'd?-Nay, if we talk of reason, Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts With this cramm'd reason; reason and respect Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 2, s. 2. ANTAGONISM OF THE SPLEENS. BENEDICK. But it is certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart for, truly, I love none. BEATRICE. A dear happiness to women; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God, and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. BENE. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face. BEAT. Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were. BENE. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. BEAT. A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours. BENE. I would, my horse had the speed of your tongue; and so good a continuer: But keep your way o' God's name; I have done. BEAT. You always end with a jade's trick; I know you of old. MUCH ADO, a. 1, s. 1. ANTECEDENTS IMPORTANT. THINK we king Harry strong; And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him. The kindred of him hath been fleshed upon us; And he is bred out of that bloody strain, That haunted us in our familiar paths: Witness our too much memorable shame, |