GIFT OF Prof. Howison ILLUSTRATIONS OF ARISTOTLE MEN AND MANNERS, FROM THE DRAMATIC WORKS SHAKSPEARE. BY J. ESMOND RIDDjLK, M. A. OXFORD, UNTED BY S. COLLINGWOOD, PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY, FOR THE AUTHOR. *OLD BY J. H. PARKER, OXFORD ; AND MESSRS. RIVINGTON, LONDON. MDCCCXXXII. 73 / ^ I v I wv^^ /-^- < ADVERTISEMENT. A COMPARISON of the observations made by Aris- totle and Shakspeare respectively on the passions, hab- its, and institutions of mankind, promises, if I mistake not, much that is at once useful and entertaining. The useful part of this undertaking consists, I think, in bringing together the notices of two accurate and in- dependent observers of human nature, and thus con- iirming each by the other: the entertaining part, in exhibiting the existence of unsought for and unde- signed coincidences, and in decorating the terse lan- guage of philosophy with the embellishments of poetry. We may thus see in some respects how far Aristotle was a poet, and how far Shakspeare was a philosopher. It cannot be expected that every sentiment of Aris- totle is illustrated in the following pages, or even that every coincidence which exists in the writings of our two great authors has been traced and exhibited. A greater number of illustrations might, undoubtedly, have been collected ; but those which are here brought forward appear to be sufficient for the purpose designed, and the book is perhaps as large as is allowable for a work of this nature. A2 q Q q r: f\ ' O J j o U A CONTENTS. MORAL Sense Anger Indignation Hatred Jealousy Injury Placability Friendship Love Pity Shame Fear For- titude High Spirit Prodigality Self-Control The Aged The Young Human Society Force of Habit Persuasion General Remarks on Human Nature Common Places. A3 MORAL SENSE. JL HE illustrations which are classed under this head present us with a striking portraiture of that internal consciousness of right and wrong, which both Aristotle and Shakspeare evidently regarded as a native inmate of the human breast. The well-known passage of Cicero may serve as a commentary on the whole : " Sua quemque fraus et suus terror maxime vexat : " suum quemque scelus agitat, amentiaque afficit : suae " malae cogitationes conscientiseque animi terrent. Hse " sunt impiis assiduae domesticaeque Furise." Cic. Rose. AM. 24. Ol /xox&jpot eavTovs (ptvyovviv yap 7roAAo>i> Kal bvoytp&v, KOI roiavO* erepa \ir(fov(Ti t KaO* tavrovs OVTZS .... Mcra/xeAetas ot c^a^Xot ye/x- ovviv. ETH. IX. 4. MACB. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands.~\ LADY M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. MACB. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried, Murder ! That they did wake each other. I stood and heard them : But they did say their prayers, and addressed them Again to sleep. LADY M. There are two lodged together. MACB. One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; A4 8 MORAL -S5JNSE. As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen, When they did say, God bless us. LADY M. Consider it not so deeply. MACB. But wherefore could I not pronounce, Amen? I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. LADY M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways ; so, it will make us mad. MACE. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravelTd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; LADY M. What do you mean ? MACB. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more ! LADY M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brain-sickly of things : Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go, carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. MACB. I'll go no more : I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again, I dare not. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? MORAL SENSE. 9 What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. MACBETH, Act II. Sc. 2. MACB. Let The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. MACBETH, Act III. Sc. 2. KING. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven ; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder ! Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will ; My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent ; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow ? Whereto serves mercy, But to confront the visage of offence ? And what's in prayer, but this twofold force, To be forestalled, ere we come to fall, Or pardon' d, being down ? Then 111 look up ; A5 10 MORAL SENSE. My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn ? Forgive me my foul murder ! That cannot be ; since I am still possessed Of those effects for which I did the murder,, My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardoned, and retain the offence ? In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling : there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence. What then ? What rests ? Try what repentance can. What can it not ? Yet what can it, when we can not repent ? O wretched state ! O bosom, black as death ! O limed soul ; that struggling to be free, Art more engaged ! Help, angels, make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart, with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe : All may be well. HAMLET, Act III. Sc. 3. OTHELLO. Where should Othello go ? Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. O cursed, cursed slave ! Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight ! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! MORAL SENSE. 11 Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! O Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead ? OTHELLO, Act V.,Sc. 2. Ov brj av\a Trdvres aXyovcrw. RHET. II. 2,21. K. RICH. Give me another horse, bind up my wounds, Have mercy, Jesu ! Soft ; I did but dream. O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear ? myself ? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No : Yes : I am. Then fly, what, from myself ? Great reason : why ? Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself ? O, no : alas, I rather hate myself, For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain ! Yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; A6 12 MORAL SENSE. All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair. There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me. Nay, wherefore should they ? Since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself. Methought, the souls of all that I had murdered Came to my tent : and every one did threat To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard. K. RICHARD III. Act V. Sc. 3. Ovbe by cruyyj&ipovcnv , ovbe (rvvaXyovviv ol f oracrtd^et yap avr&v fj tyu$l KCU TO jtxez; 6ta dXyet, CLTI^O^VOV TIV&V, TO Sc rjberac Kal TO [JLV beVpO, TO 6' K / LO- \Kl, OHTTTtp bt,a(T77&VTa. ETH. IX. 4. ANG. Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right ; we would, and we would not. MEASURE FOR MEASURE, Act IV. Sc. 4. Et brj TO OVTtoS \IV XiaV ZCTTlv aOXlOV, VKTOV TT]v fjLoxOrjpiav Starera/xeWs', /cat Tretpareoz; eTTiet/cT/ etz/at. ETH. IX. 4. ANGER. ' Opy if o vrai airrol orav RHET. II. 2. 9. CAS. I did not think you could have been so angry. BRU. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. CAS. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. BRU. No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead. CAS. Ha ! Portia ? BRU. She is dead. CAS. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you so ? O insupportable and touching loss ! JULIUS CAESAR, Act IV. Sc. 3. MENENIUS. Yet to bite his lip, And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. He was not taken well : he had not din'd : The veins unfilled, our blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt To give or to forgive : but when we have stuff'd These pipes and these conveyances of our blood With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls Than in our priest-like fasts. CORIOLANUS, Act V. Sc. 1. KENT. O my good master ! \_Kneeling.~] 14 ANGER. LEAR. Pry'thee, away. EDG. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. LEAR. A plague upon you-, murderers, traitors all ! I might have sav'd her ; now she's gone for ever ! KING LEAR, Act V. Sc. 3. tav ravavria rvyri f npocr^\6^vo^ \v- Tret yap /xaAXoz; TO TtoXv irapa boav. RHET.II.2,11. LEAR. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks ! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall I will do such things What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or e'er I'll weep : O, fool, I shall go mad ! KING LEAR, Act II. Sc. 4. CYMBELINE. O disloyal thing, That should' st repair my youth ; thou heapest A year's age on me ! IMOGEN. I beseech you, sir, ANGER. 15 Harm not yourself with your vexation : I Am senseless of your wrath. CYMBELINE, Act I. Sc. 2. *Opyi(oVTai avrol orav XVK&VTCLI Ato $, opyiXoi elcrl Kal evTrapop^roL . rot? m/cus Aey over iv, Kal K 7Tpl a avrol jutdXtartt cnrovbdov(nv . RHET. II. 2, 9. 10. 13. HOT. My liege, I did deny no prisoners : But,, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress' d, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Shewed like a stubble-land at harvest-home : He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff : and still he smiFd and talk'd : And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. With many holiday and lady terms He questioned me : among the rest demanded My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, 16 ANGER. To be so pester' d with a popinjay,, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered neglectingly, I know not what : He should, or he should not : for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Of guns and drums and wounds (God save the mark !) And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. This bald disjointed chat of his, my lord, I answer' d indirectly, as I said. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act I. Sc. 3. rots /carayeA&m vfipifrvcn yap. Kat rots elptovtvoptvois TTpbs cnrovbdfrvTas' Kara^povrjTL' KOV yap 77 etpaWta. RHET. II. 2, 12. 24. GLEND. At my nativity, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and, at my birth, The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward. HOT. Why so it would have done At the same season, if your mother's cat had But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. GLEND. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. ANGER. 17 HOT. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose as fearing you it shook. GLEND. The heavens were all on fire the earth did tremble. HOT. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. GLEND. Cousin, of many men I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave To tell you once again, that, at my birth The front of heav'n was full of fiery shapes ; The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. These signs have marked me extraordinary : And all the courses of my life do shew, I am not in the roll of common men. Where is he living clipped in with the sea That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me ? And bring him out, that is but woman's son, Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, And hold me pace in deep experiments. HOT. I think there is no man speaks better Welsh. I will to dinner. MORT. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. GLEND. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. HOT. Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? GLEND. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command The devil. HOT. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, 18 ANGER. By telling truth ; tell truth,, and shame the devil. If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. MORT. Come, Come, No more of this unprofitable chat. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act III. Sc. 1. rots re KarayeAam, KOL \\vdovcrL, Ka cn&7rTov(TLV' v/Bpifrvcn yap. RHET. II. 2. 12. HELENA. O spite ! O hell ! I see you all are bent To set against me, for your merriment. If you were civil, and knew courtesy, You would not do me thus much injury. Can you not hate me, as I know you do, But you must join, in souls, to mock me too ? If you were men, as men you are in show, You would not use a gentle lady so ; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. You both are rivals, and love Hermia ; And now both rivals, to mock Helena : A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, With your derision ! none, of noble sort, Would so offend a virgin ; and extort A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act III. Sc. 2. ANGER. 19 rot? /UIT) avrntoiovcriv ev, pje TTJU rj rots /XT) (f>i\ois' oiovrai yap Trpoo-rjKtw JJLCL\\OV TiavyjEiv v vtf avr&v, YJ M. RHET, II. 2, 15, LYSANDBR. For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, Are hated most of those they did deceive ; So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy, Of all be hated ; but the most of me ! MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act II. Sc. 3. OTHELLO. Look here, lago : All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! ANGER. 21 Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, To tyrannous hate ! swell, bosom, with thy fraught For 'tis of aspics' tongues. OTHELLO, Act III. Sc. 3. K. RICH. Where is the earl of Wiltshire ? where is Bagot ? What is become of Bushy ? where is Green ? That they have let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peaceful steps ? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it. I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke. SCR. Peace they have made with him, indeed, my lord. K. RICH. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemp. tion, Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man ! Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart ! Three Judasses, each one thrice worse than Judas ! Would they make peace ? terrible hell make war Upon their spotted souls for this offence ! SCR. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate. KING RICH. II. Act III. Sc. 2. i rots [\.ois, k&v re /XT) e3 A.eya>crtz>, 17 RHET. II. 2. 19. LEAR. Now, our joy, Although the last, not least : to whose young love, The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be interess'd : what can you say, to draw A third more opulent than your sisters ? Speak. 22 ANGER. COR. Nothing, my lord. LEAR. Nothing? COR. Nothing. LEAR. Nothing can come of nothing : speak again. COR. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more, nor less. LEAR. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. COR. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all. LEAR. But goes this with thy heart ? COR. Ay, good my lord. LEAR. So young, and so untender ? COR. So young, my lord, and true. LEAR. Let it be so. Thy truth then be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Scythian Or he that makes his generations messes ANGER, 23 To gorge his appetite,, shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and relieved As thou my sometime daughter. KING LEAR, Act I. Sc. 1. rots ivptvois rt/xaz/, r tav 7T rjr- TOVS WOT KCLTCMppOVtW yap TTCLVTZS ol TOLOVTOi (fraiVOV- raf KOL rots fj CLKOVOVCTL Trept avr&v, fj #ea>/xeWs ra CLVT&V (fiavXa* o/xotot yap etcrtr r) oAiya)/)owtz>, r) e^- 0po&. RHET. II. 2.17, 21. TIMON. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I'd be good to thee. APEM. No, I'll nothing : for, If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left To rail upon thee : and then thou would'st sin the faster, 28 ANGER. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou Wilt give away thyself in paper shortly : What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories ? TIM. Nay, An you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give regard to you. Farewell ; and come with better music. TIMON OF ATHENS, Act I. Sc. 2. TOW d\l"/(dpOV(TL TTpOS TTVT, 7Tpb$ OVJ (f)L\OTi- Tpbs o$s OavjJL &v povXovrai 6av- irpbs oi>$ al(r^vvovTaL } r) zv rots alcr^vvo- CLVTOVS* av ns ez; TOVTOIS oXtycopfj, dpyftovrat, fj,a\\ov. RHET. II. 2. 22. SHYLOCK. He rails Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well- won thrift, Which he calls interest : Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him. MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act I. Sc. 3. t rots ets roiavra, oAtyco/Powtr, bv jutr) jSoijfleizr otov yorety, TZKVCL, yvval- KCLS, apxpntvovs. RHET. II. 2. 23. KENT. Sir, I am too old to learn : Call not your stocks for me : I serve the king ; On whose employment I was sent to you : You shall do small respect, shew too bold malice ANGER. 29 Against the grace and person of my master, Stocking his messenger. CORN. Fetch forth the stocks ! GLO. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for't : your purposed low correction Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, For pilferings and most common trespasses, Are punished with : the king must take it ill, That he's so slightly valued in his messenger, Should have him thus restrained. CORN. I'll answer that. REG. My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted, For following her affairs. KING LEAR, Act II. Sc. 2. INDIGNATION. Aet yap 7ri rots d^aft'cos- Trpcirrowt v abLKOV yap TO Trapa rqv aiav yiyvopzvov. RHET. II. 9. 2. CORN. Why art thou angry ? KENT. That such a slave as this should wear a sword,, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain Which are too intrinse t'unloose : smooth every passion That in the natures of their lords rebels ; Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods ; Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks With every gale and vary of their masters, As knowing nought, like dogs, but following. KING LEAR, Act II. Sc. 2. 'AvayKrj, rots ro avrb typvcriv ayaObv, tav z>eo>0rt yy&vtovi, Kol 6ta roro V7rp v. M.aXXov yap \VTTOVCTLV ol z;ea>ort Kal bvvap,VOL r&v TiAXai /cat 6ta yevovs. RHET. II. 9. 9. Airot 6e vefj,(rr]TiKot etcrtz; eaz> ^tXort/xot, Kal opc- y6jjiVoC TWtov TTpayjJidTtov, Kal ^AXicrra 7Tpl ravra <^>t- \6rifJiot, & 17 fce/crr/fto/cor, r) KaTopOovvrwv, ov- et6oy airoty. Eto-t 6e /cat ovrot eyyis Kal o/xotof 6*77- Aoz> yap, on Trap 9 avrovs ov ruyx&vovcn. TOV ayaOov' coore TOVTO Xwnovv Trotet TOV <$>Q6vov. RHET. II. 10. 8. CASSIUS. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he. For once, upon a raw and gusty day_, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, ' e Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, " Help me, Cassius, or I sink." I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark B4 32 INDIGNATION. How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye,, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, ee Give me some drink, Titinius," As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone. . What should be in that Caesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great ? JULIUS CJESAR, Act I. Sc. 2. RHET. II. 10. 8. ACHIL. Shall Ajax fight with Hector ? PATH. Ay ; and, perhaps, receive much honour by him. ACHIL. I see, my reputation is at stake ; My fame is shrewdly gor'd. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act III. Sc. 3. INDIGNATION. 33 To V}JL(rqv XvTTlo-0ai 7u TO) tfxuvopJv^ avagivs evTrpayew. 'AvdyKrj rots TO avrb t\ov(riv ayaObv, tav z/eoxrrl \OVTS Tvy\dv(t>v TTpayncLTtov, Kal jutdAtora Trepl ravra crty, ro 8e [/mi- cros] KCLKOV. AlcrOtcrOai. yap /SovAerm 6 dpytfo/xeuos* r<3 6e o6ez; biaftpei. RHET. II. 4. 81. HAM. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying ; And now I'll do't ; and so he goes to heaven : And so am I reveng'd ? That would be scann'd : A villain kills my father ; and, for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread ; With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May ; And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven ? But, in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with him : And am I then reveng'd, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and seasoned for his passage ? No. Up, sword ; and know thou a more horrid hent : When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage ; Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed ; At gaming, swearing ; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't : Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven : And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, As hell, whereto it goes. HAMLET, Act III. Sc. 3. 36 HATRED. f H jutez; opyr) det Trept TO, Kaff l/cdOTa* TO 6e /xto- fcal Trpos- ra yivr\ 'O \&.v opyitfuevos, TroXX&v &v ye- vo\LivtoV t \ri(TLV' 6 6e, o^Sez^oj. RHET. II. 4. 31. TIMON. [To Alcibiades.~\ Here's gold, go on; Be as a planetary plague, when Jove Will o'er some high- vie' d city hang his poison In the sick air : Let not thy sword skip one ; Pity not honoured age for his white beard,, He's an usurer : Strike me the counterfeit matron ; It is her habit only that is honest, Herself J s a bawd : Let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword ; for those milk-paps, That through the window-bars bore at men's eyes, Are not within the leaf of pity writ, Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the babe, Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy; Think it a bastard, whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut, And mince it sans remorse : Swear against objects ; Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes ; Whose proof, nor yells of mothers, maids, nor babes, Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding, Shall pierce a jot. There's gold to pay thy soldiers ; Make large confusion ; and, thy fury spent, Confounded be thyself ! TIMON OF ATHENS, Act IV. Sc. 3. JEALOUSY. ol TOLOVTOi ols fJilKpOV eAAei7Tt TO /UlTJ TTavra viT(ipxLV bib ol /xeyoAa Trpdrroz/res- KOL ot evru- Xovvres QOovtpot dviv. RHET. II. 10. 2. MACB. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor ! The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains. MACB. Act I. Sc. 3. ULYSSES. Honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthwright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost ; Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'er-run and trampled on. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act III. Sc. 3. Toty eyyus KCU \povcp, Kal TOTTCI), /cat fj borj, (j)6ovovcn,v Kal rots TJ \OV(TL Tavra, rj Ke vois, a avTots Trpoo-TJKez;, ^ IK^KT^VTO Trore. RHET. 11.10.5,9. KING. He made confession of you ; 38 JEALOUSY. And gave you such a masterly report,, For art and exercise in your defence, And for your rapier most especial, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, If one could match you : the scrimers of their nation, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you oppos'd them ; Sir, this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, That he could nothing do, but wish and beg Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. HAMLET, Act IV. Sc. 7. TROILUS. Hear why I speak it, love ; The Grecian youths are full of quality ; They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise ; How novelty may move, and parts with person, Alas, a kind of godly jealousy (Which I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,) Makes me afeard. CRESSIDA. O heavens ! you love me not. TROILUS. Die I a villain then ! In this I do not call your faith in question, So mainly as my merit : I cannot sing, Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk, Nor play at subtle games ; fair virtues all, To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant : But I can tell, that in each grace of these There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly : but be not tempted. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act IV. Sc. 4. INJURY. 01 T tvavTioi rots tyK\.rmas ovras Kara rrjz/ TrapoLptav TOVTOVS Mvv&v \ttav. RHET. I. 12. 20. DUCH. In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughtered, Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee : What shall I say ? to safeguard thine own life, The best way is to 'venge my Gloster's death. KING RICH. II. Act I. Sc. 2. 40 INJURY. 'Abutovo-L TOVS TToXAa rjbLKrjKOTas, 77 roiavra, ola ah- KOVVTCLC eyyvs yap TL So/cc? TOV /XT) abiKtiv ivai, orav n TOIOVTOV abiKrjOrj TLS, olov etcoflet ical avrbs d6tKti>. RHET. 1. 12. 26. MACB. But^ in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions,, which, being taught, return To plague th' inventor : This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. MACB. Act I. Sc. 7. rj >ot9, rj VOLS, T] pIAVOLS, l) KVplOlS, 7] oAo)S TTpOS OVS &(TLV av- roL RHET. I. 12. 28. KING. England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, (As my great power thereof may give thee sense ; Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us,) thou may'st not coldly set Our sovereign process ; which imports at full, By letters conjuring to that effect, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England ; For like the hectic in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me : 'till I know 'tis done, Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. HAMLET, Act IV. Sc. 3. &V INJURY. 41 KOL yap TO, TOICLVTCL eyyvs TOV JZTJ RHET. 1. 12, 29. HAST. Fear you not that : if we can make our peace Upon such large terms, and so absolute, As our conditions shall consist upon, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. Mows. Ay, but our valuation shall be such, That every slight and false-derived cause, Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason, Shall, to the king, taste of this action : That were our royal faiths martyrs in love, We shall be winnow' d with so rough a wind, That, even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, And good from bad find no partition. PART II. K. HENRY IV. Act IV. Sc. 1. WOR. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us ; He will suspect us still, and find a time To punish this offence in other faults : Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes : For treason is but trusted like the fox ; Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished, and lock'd up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad, or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks ; And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish' d, still the nearer death. My nephew's trespass may be well forgot, It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood ; And an adopted name of privilege, A hare-brain'd Hotspur, governed by a spleen : 42 INJURY. All his offences live upon my head,, And on his father's ; we did train him on ; And, his corruption being ta'en from us,, We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act V. Sc. 2. TOVS M evAa/Seis, />try5e (f)v\aKTLKOv$, aXXa m(TTVTLKOVS. RHET. I. 1. 19. EDM. A credulous father, and a brother noble, Whose nature is so far from doing harms, That he suspects none ; on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy ! I see the business. Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit. KING LEAR, Act I Sc. 2. vi [ra Xovs tlvai' olov ircLTagai Trarepa rj ovnvaovv aXXov. ETH. 8. 9. LEAR. Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, For lifting food to't ? but I will punish home : No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out ! Pour on ; I will endure : In such a night as this ! O Regan, Goneril ! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all, O, that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; No more of that. KING LEAR, Act III. Sc. 4. INJURY. 43 y] 6 TOVTOV [a8tKei] vs e/c rwr VaVTl(dV loTl 6(x>plV. RHET. II. 4. 30. LEAR. [To France^] I would not from your love make such a stray, To match you where I hate ; therefore beseech you To avert your liking a more worthier way, Than on a wretch whom nature is asham'd Almost to acknowledge hers. FRANCE. Fairest Cordelia, thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken ; and most lov'd, despis'd ! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon : FRIENDSHIP. 47 Be it lawful, I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods ! 'tis strange, that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflam'd respect. Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance, Is queen of us,, of ours, and our fair France : Not all the dukes of wat'rish Burgundy Shall buy this unpriz'd precious maid of me. Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind : Thou losest here, a better where to find. LEAR. Thou hast her, France: let her be thine ; for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again : Therefore be gone. Without our grace, our love, our benison. KING LEAR, Act I. Sc. 1. TOIS avrots fyOpovs, KOL OVS aVTol fJLKTOVO-L. RHET. II. 4. 7- STEW. I am none of this, my lord; I beseech you, pardon me. LEAR. Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal ? [Striking himJ] STEW. I'll not be struck, my lord. KENT. Nor tripped neither ; you base foot-ball player. [Tripping up his heels.'] LEAR. I thank thee, fellow; thou servest me, and I'll love thee. KENT. Come, sir, arise, away ; I'll teach you differ- ences ; away^ away : If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry : but away : go to ; have you wis- dom ? so. [Pushes the steward out.'] 48 FRIENDSHIP. LEAR. Now, my friendly knave,, I thank thee : there's earnest of thy service. [Giving Kent money.'] KING LEAR, Act I. Sc. 4. CORIOLANUS. I will fight Against my canker'd country with the spleen Of all the under fiends. AUFIDIUS. O Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, " 'Tis true :" I'd not believe them more than thee, All noble Marcius. O, let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with splinters ! Here I clip The anvil of my sword ; and do contest, As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. CORIOLANUS, Act IV. Sc. 5. lA.OWt TOV5 HKTOVjJLeVOVS V7TO T&V kcLVTOlS fJLL(TOV~ P>tv<*>v. RHET. II. 4. 7. HOT. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke : And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales, But that I think his father loves him not, FRIENDSHIP. 49 And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poison' d with a pot of ale. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act I. Sc. 3. TIpo(rayopvov(TL &>s (frtXovs, TOVS (n>ivn\ovs, /cat TOVS o/zotW 6e /cat TOVS ez> rat? aAAatj KOI- ETH. VIII. 9. K. HENRY. We few,, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. K. HENRY V. Act IV. Sc. 3. Ol dyaflot, 6t' amovs /Sup* orygfjv yap T&V (f)i\fa ; rj OVK *Ap ovv ovOtv aAAoiore/ooz; Trpos avrov ZKTCOV, fj el ^ eyeyoVei c/)tAoj ^rySeTrore ; rj Set l^vtiav fytiv rfjs ycvontviqs orvvrjOeias ; ETH. IX. 3. FALSTAFF. My king! My Jove! I speak to thee, my heart ! KING. I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell' d, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake, I do despise my dream. Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace ; Leave gormandizing ; know, the grave doth gape FRIENDSHIP. 53 For thee thrice wider than for other men : Reply not to me with a fool-born jest ; Presume not, that I am the thing I was ; For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive, That I have turn'd away my former self; So will I those that kept me company. When thou dost hear I am as I have been, Approach me ; and thou shalt be as thou wast, The tutor and the feeder of my riots : Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death, As I have done the rest of my misleaders, Not to come near our person by ten mile. For competence of life, I will allow you, That lack of means enforce you not to evil : And, as we hear you do reform yourselves, We will, according to your strength, and qualities, Give you advancement. PART II. K. HENRY IV. Act V. Sc. 5. Kara (rvjjLfafirjKos re brj al , 6s Trore kcrnv 6 (f)L\ovfjiVos t Tavrrj $iAer- rat, dXA.' rj 7ropiov(riv, ol i&v ayaQov n, ol 6*' fjbovriv 8r) al roiavraL etcrt, /XT) biaiAZVovT&v CLVTWV ETH. VIII. 3. ULYSSES. The amity| that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act II. Sc. 3. Ol 6ia TO \prjOTLiJLov OVTZS 0tXot, a/xa c3 54 FRIENDSHIP. povTi biaXvovTai' ov yap dAA^Awz; Tjo-av bi o t'X(H 7/a-ay, SiaXverat KCU fj (^tXta, a>s oi/o-r/y 7% o/3epot] rots dSt/cetcrflar pq, dXX 5 oraz> /cat aTrovra TroOfj KCU rrjs irapov- mOvp,i. ETH. IX. 5. FER. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o'the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. TEMPEST, Act I. Sc. 2. JUL. Wilt thou begone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. ROM. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. JUL. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I : c6 60 LOVE. It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua : Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. JUL. It is, it is, hie hence, begone, away ; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. ROMEO AND JULIET, Act III. Sc. 5. BIANCA. What ! keep a week away ? seven days and nights ? Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times ? O, weary reckoning ! OTHELLO, Act III. Sc. 4. FBI. This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. ROM. 'Tis torture, and not mercy ; heaven is here, Where Juliet lives ; and every cat, and dog, And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven, and may look on her, But Romeo may not. ROMEO AND JULIET, Act III. Sc. 3. JUL. A thousand times good night ! [Exit.'] ROM. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes towards love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly.'] LOVE. 61 Re-enter Juliet, above. JUL. Hist ! Romeo, hist ! O, for a falconer's voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again ! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud ; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name. ROM. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears ! JUL. Romeo ! ROM. My sweet ! ROMEO AND JULIET, Act II. Sc. 2. Ol 6' euvoi ovOtv paXXov iAovcrC ftovXovrai. -yap JJLOVOV rdya^a, ols elcnv evvoc (rvfjsnp6,aiv 6' ovOzv av, ovb* dyXrjOttev virep CLVT&V. ETH. IX. 5. FER. There be some sports are painful; but their labour Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious ; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures : O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction : my sweet mistress 62 LOVE. Weeps when she sees me work ; and says, such baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget : But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours ; Most busy-less, when I do it. TEMPEST, Act III. Sc. 1. PITY. v EAeos Kepi rov av&iov e ols V7rdp\ovcn, yoveis, rj rtKva, rj yvvai- S. RHET. II. 8. 5. brj 6 TLS v/Bpiv irepl Traibas KOL yvvaiKa os, TTCLVTCLS otrjcrerat tlvai KGLKOV. RHET. II. 8. 7. TIMON. There's nothing level in our cursed natures, But direct villainy. Therefore, be abhorr'd All feasts, societies, and throngs of men ! 68 PITY. His semblable, yea, himself, Timon disdains ! Destruction fang mankind ! TIMON OF ATHENS, Act IV. Sc. 3. [eAeovcrw;] h avbptias 7ra0ei oWes* olov tv opyrj TJ Odppti. RHET. II. 8. 6. Con. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, At a poor man's house ; he us'd me kindly : He cried to me ; I saw him prisoner ; But then Aufidius was within my view, And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity : I request you To give my poor host freedom. CORIOLANUS, Act I. Sc. 9. COMIN. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye Red as 'twould burn Rome ; and his injury The jailor to his pity. CORIOLANUS, Act V. Sc. 1. M?fr' av 0apTLKa, \ivd' eort o"e 6bvvr]pa fj.v /cat (frOapTUca Oavaroi KOL at/ctat, KOL cr^dr^v KaKcocrets, KOL yr\pas, KOI vocroi) Kal rpocprjs e^6eta. RHET. II. 8. 8, 9. COR. Had you not been their father, these white flakes Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face To be exposed against the warring winds ? To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder ? In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning? to watch, (poor perdu !) With this thine helm ? Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, 70 PITY. In short and musty straw ? Alack, alack ! J Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. KING LEAR, Act IV. Sc. 7. OTHELLO. Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still questioned me the story of my life, From year to year ; the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth scapes i'the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline : But still the house affairs would draw her thence ; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, PITY. 71 Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively : I did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd ; And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd ; Here comes the lady, let her witness it. OTHELLO, Act I. Sc. 3. To rj fjLrjbev yeyei>rjo-0at ayaQov, fj ye/>o/*ez>a>z> /mr) et- vai a7roAawtz> eXeetroV. RHET. II. 8. 11. HELENA. What though I be not so in grace as you, So hung upon with love, so fortunate ; But miserable most, to love unlov'd ? This you should pity, rather than despise. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act III. Sc. 2. 72 PITY. KOL ra a-r/juteta, KOL ras 7rpaets* olov, re r&v 7re7roy0ora)z> 5 /cat ocra rotcwra. RHET. II. 8. 16. QUEEN. Your sister's drown* d, Laertes. LAERT. Drown' d ! O, where ? QUEEN. There is a willow grows ascant the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples ; There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide ; And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up : Which time, she chaunted snatches of old tunes ; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element : but long it could not be, Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, PulFd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. HAMLET, Act IV. Sc. 7- Kat \6yovs T&V V ra> 7ra0et OVT&V, olov yb roaz;ra>z/. RHET. II. 8. 16. EXE. He smiFd me in the face, raught me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says, " Dear my lord, Commend my service to my sovereign." So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips ; PITY. 73 And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd A testament of noble-ending love. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me, which I would have stopped ; But I had not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears. K. HEN. I blame you not ; For, hearing this, I must perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will issue too. K. HENRY V. Act IV. Sc. 6. TO (nrovbaiovs etz^at ez; rots TOIOVTOIS *at- pots [sell. ez> ra> 7r RHET. II. 6. 11. AGAM. This Trojan scorns us ; or the men of Troy Are ceremonious courtiers. .ZENE. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, As bending angels ; that's their fame in peace : But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Good arms, strong joints, true swords ; and, Jove's ac- cord, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, ^Eneas, Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips ! The worthiness of praise distains his worth, If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act I. Sc. 3. AGAM. Whatever praises itself but in the deed, de- vours the deed in the praise. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act II. Sc. 3. SHAME. 77 t], aloyyvto-Qai em l^orr;? T&V TOV rjOovs i&v TO, tpya, Kal ra crr/juteta, Kol ra o/xoia* alo^pa yap KOI aloyyvrriXa. RHET. II. 6. 11. HAM. O shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire : proclaim no shame, When the compulsive ardour gives the charge ; Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. QUEEN. O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct. HAM. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed ; Stew'd in corruption ; honeying, and making love Over the nasty stye ; QUEEN. O, speak to me no more ; These words like daggers enter in mine ears : No more, sweet Hamlet. HAM. A murderer, and a villain : A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent lord : a vice of kings : A cutpurse of the empire and the rule ; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket ! QUEEN. No more. HAMLET, Act III. Sc. 4. D3 78 SHAME. TOVTOVS aloyyvtcrOcu, &v \6yov *X L ' ^ be *i> T&V Oavna&vTtov. RHET. II. 6. MACB. We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honoured me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. MACBETH, Act I. Sc. 7- FEAR. o/3epoi 01 fjbLKrjiJitvoi, T) vo}Jii(ovT$ abiKtlo-Oai' det yap rr/powt /catpoV. RHET. II. 5. 8. KING. I like him not ; nor stands it safe with us, To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you ; I your commission will forthwith despatch, And he to England shall along with you : The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow Out of his lunes. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage ; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. HAMLET, Act III. Sc. 3. -ol T&V avT&v avTay&vicrral, ocra fxr) e a/xa virapxtiv a^oiv. RHET. II. 5. 8. ol Travovpyoi. IB. II. 5. 11. MACS. Our fears in Banquo Stick deep ; and in his royalty of nature Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he dares ; D4 80 FEAR. And,, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour To act in safety. There is none but he, Whose being I do fear : and, under him, My genius is rebuk'd ; as, it is said, Marc Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters, When first they put the name of king upon me, And bade them speak to him ; then, prophet-like, They haiFd him father to a line of kings : Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench' d with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, For Banquo's issue have I fill'd my mind ; For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd ; Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Only for them ; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings ! MACBETH, Act III. Sc. 1. [o/3oi>Tcu] ol rj ra bewa, Kal aTre^y/xeVot irpbs TO /^eXAor, cocrTrep ol br). RHET. II. 5. 14. 2 MURDERER. I am one, my liege, So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on't. MACS. Act III. Sc. 1. 82 FEAR. LEAR. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout 'Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown' d the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt couriers to oak-clearing thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! And thou, all shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world. KING LEAR, Act III. Sc. 2. KENT. Who's here, besides foul weather ? GENT. One minded like the weather, most unquietly. KENT. I know you. Where's the king ? GENT. Contending with the fretful element : Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curved waters 'bove the main, That things might change, or cease : tears his white hair ; Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury, and make nothing of: Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub- drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all. KING LEAR, Act III. Sc. 1. APOTHECARY. Such mortal drugs I have ; but Man- tua's law Is death, to any one that utters them. ROMEO. Art thou so base, and full of wretchedness, FEAR. 83 And fear'st to die ? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law : The world affords no law to make thee rich ; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. ROMEO AND JULIET, Act V. Sc. 1. EDGAR. To be worst, The lowest, and most dejected thing of fortune, Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear : The lamentable change is from the best ; The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then, Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace ! The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, Owes nothing to thy blasts ! KING LEAR, Act IV. Sc. 1. FORTITUDE. *O evbaifjitov det r) /xaAtora iravrtov, Trpdfet KOL plfj(TL TCL KCLT CipTr]V, Kdl TCIS TV\CLS Ot(Tt oy\ a>s ayaObs aXr]6&s KOL TTpdy<*)vos avev \jsoyov ...... 'Ez; TOVTOIS 6taAd)m- 7T6t TO Ka\OV, 7TlbaV ^prj TLS VKO\(t)S 7ToXXa9 Kttt arvyjias, ^r] bi avaXyr]a'i,av, aXXa yevvabas KOI [Aa\6\svos. ETH. 1. 10. AGAM. In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin : But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act I. Sc. 3. CORIOLANUS. Nay, mother, Where is your ancient courage ? you were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ; That common chances common men could bear ; That when the sea was calm, all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves A noble cunning. CORIOLANUS, Act IV. Sc. 1. FORTITUDE. 85 To (f)o/3pbv ov Ttacn //,ei> TO avro* \yofj,V 8e rt Kal avOptoTTOV TOVTO }JiV OVV TTCLVTl (frofapOV T(O VOVV ETH - HI. 7. MACB. I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. MACBETH, Act I. Sc. 7- 3LvcB. What man dare, I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble : Or be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow ! MACBETH, Act III. Sc. 4. CASS. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Submitting me unto the perilous night ; And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone : And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it. CASCA. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. JULIUS C^SAR, Act I. Sc. 3. 86 FORTITUDE. KENT. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love night, Love not such nights as these j the wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves : since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard ; man's nature cannot carry The affliction, nor the fear. KING LEAR, Act III. Sc. 3. Act ' ov bi avayKrjv avbpwv ivai, dAA' OTL KaXov. ETH. III. 8. FAL. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in my way, so : if he do not, if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath : give me life : which if I can save, so ; if not, honour comes un- look'd for, and there's an end. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act V. Sc. 3 irepl rov KCL\OV OCLVCLTOV a8e?)s, KCLL ova Oavarov eTTK^epei vitoyvia. ovra* roiavra Se jutaA.60ra ra Kara TroXe/xozJ 'O 6e r<3 v, 6et- Aos. Svo-eAms brj TLS 6 SetAoV Trd^ra yap (^)o/36trat. ETH. III. 6. 7. FAL. I would it were bed time, Hal, and all well. FORTITUDE. 87 Well, tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ; how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Hon- our hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word, honour ? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: therefore I'll none of it : honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act V. Sc. 2. 'O /xez> Oavaros Kal ra rpav^ara XvTrrjpa r<3 avbpi

v, KOL /LIT) V, KOL fJLl6v<*)V r) VTTO,pXL .... Ot do'fljy v6nvot,, ra roiavra f npoo"noiovvrai, e^> oty tTtaivos r) eiSat/xo^tcr//^. ETH. IV. 7. P. HEN. What's the matter ? FORTITUDE. 81) FAL. What's the matter? there be four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this morning. P. HEN. Where is it, Jack ? Where is it ? FAL. Where is it ? taken from us it is : a hundred upon poor four of us. P. HEN. What, a hundred, man ? FAL. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the dou- blet ; four, through the hose ; my buckler cut through and through ; my sword hack'd like a hand-saw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since I was a man ; all would not do. A plague of all cowards ! Let them speak : if they speak more or less than truth, they are villains, and the sons of darkness. P. HEN. Speak, sirs ; how was it ? GADS. We four set upon some dozen, FAL. Sixteen, at least, my lord. GADS. And bound them. PETO. No, no, they were not bound. FAL. You rogue, they were bound, every man of them ; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. GADS. As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us. FAL. And unbound the rest, and then came in the other. P. HEN. What, fought ye with them all ? FAL. All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish : if there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged creature. POINS. Pray God, you have not murdered some of them. 90 FORTITUDE. FAL. Nay, that's past praying for : for I have pep- pered two of them : two, I am sure, I have paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward ; here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me, P. HEN. What, four ? thou said'st but two, even now. FAL. Four, Hal ; I told thee four. POINS. Ay, ay, he said four. FAL. These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took all their se- ven points in my target, thus. P. HEN. Seven ? why there were but four, even now. FAL. In buckram. POINS. Ay, four, in buckram suits. FAL. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. P. HEN. Pr'ythee, let him alone; we shall have more anon. FAL. Dost thou hear me, Hal? P. HEN. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. FAL. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine in buckram that I told thee of, P. HEN. So, two more already. FAL. Their points being broken, POINS. Down fell their hose. FAL. Began to give me ground : But I followed me close, came in foot and hand ; and, with a thought, se- ven of the eleven I paid. P. HEN. O monstrous ! eleven buckram men grown out of two ! FORTITUDE. 91 POINS. Mark, Jack. P. HEN. We two saw you four set on four ; you bound them, and were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you four : and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize, and have it ; yea, and can show it you here in the house. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act II. Sc. 4. HIGH SPIRIT. OVK (TTL [6 iJLya\6\lsv\os] jMKpoKivbvvos ovbt fyi- \OKtvbvvos, 6ta TO oAiya n^av ikeyaXoKtvbvvos be, Kal orav KLvftwevfl, d. ETH. IV. 3. MEN. Nay, keep your place. [Coriolanus rises, and offers to go arvay.~\ 1 SEN. Sit, Coriolanus : never shame to hear What you have nobly done. HIGH SPIRIT. 97 COR. Your honours' pardon ; I had rather have my wounds to heal again. Than hear say how I got them. BRU. Sir,, I hope My words disbench'd you not. COR. No, sir ; yet oft, When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not : but, your people, I love them as they weigh. MEN. Pray now, sit down. COR. I had rather have one scratch my head i'the sun, When the alarum were struck, than idly sit To hear my nothings monster'd. [Exit Coriolanus.~\ CORIOLANUS, Act II. Sc. 2. MARC i us. May these same instruments, which you profane, Never sound more ! When drums and trumpets shall I'the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Made all of false-fac'd soothing : when steel grows Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made An overture for the wars ! No more, I say ; For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, Or foiFd some debile wretch, which, without note, Here's many else have done, you shout me forth In acclamations hyperbolical : As if I lov'd my little should be dieted In praises sauc'd with lies. CORIOLANUS, Act I. Sc. 9. 98 HIGH SPIRIT. C O [Jiya\6\lfvxos ">s KtKTrjcrOai, paXXov ra /caAa /cat cLKapira T&V Kapmptov /cat a> iropi&iv' a^a 6e feat bia TO \jLTf]Q\v TOV Ka\ov (ppovTifriv, oXtycopcoy Kat 7TavTo6ev \afjL/3avovo"i' bibovai yap emflv/xoiw TO be TTW?, r) TTO- Oev, ovBev avTols 6ta(/>epct. ETH. IV. 1. E2 100 PRODIGALITY. TIT. I'll show you how to observe a strange event. Your lord sends now for money. HOK. Most true, he does. TIT. And he wears jewels now of Timon's gift,, For which I wait for money. TIMON OF ATHENS, Act III. Sc. 3. Ov pqbwv prjbaiJioOtv Xapfiavovra, TTCLCTL bibovac ra- \ttos yap emXet'Tret fj ovoria TOVS bibovras Ibitoras. ETH. IV. 1. Luc. SER. Ay, but the days are waxed shorter with him : You must consider, that a prodigal course Is like the sun's ; but not, like his, recoverable. I fear, 'Tis deepest winter in lord Timon's purse ; That is, one may reach deep enough, and yet Find little. TIMON OF ATHENS, Act III. Sc. 4. ovb tXtvOepioL at bocrzis avr&v eicrtzr ov yap /caXat, ovbe TOVTOV avrov eVeAca, ovbe a>s 6er dAX' ertore 0^9 bel TrevecrOai,, TOVTOVS 7rX.ovcriov$ 7TOLov(n, Kal rots fAV juterptots ra r\Qr\, ovbev av bolV, rots bz /co- Xa^tz;, rj riva oX\r\v fjbovrjv Tropi&vcn, TroXXa. ETH. IV. 1, SEN. Still in motion Of raging waste ? It cannot hold ; it will not. PRODIGALITY. 101 If I want gold, steal but 'a beggar's dog, And give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold : If I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, And able horses. No porter at his gate ; But rather one that smiles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold ; no reason Can found his state in safety. TIMON OF ATHENS, Act II. Sc. 1. Ov yap fjio^rjpoVj ovbz ayevvovs, TO v7tp/3d\\LV KCLL /XT) XapphvovTa' faiOiov 8e. ETH. IV. 1. TIM. Come, sermon me no further : No villainous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart ; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. TIMON OF ATHENS, Act II. Sc. 2. E 3 SELF-CONTROL. 'O ey/cparrjs [rotouros] olos r^ecrflat [Trapa roz; Xo- yov\ dXXa /uw) aytvQai. ETH. VII. 9. LADY MACB. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Would' st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would ? MACB. Act I. Sc. 7. 0116' a aSc/ca) /cat 7(3 d/coXaora) ef apxys fJLtv r)v TOLOVTOLS et(7t' ytvofjievois 6e OVKZTL ETH. III. 5. K. HEN. What rein doth hold licentious wickedness. When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? KING HENRY V. Act III. Sc. 4. Et Trdo-fl Sofr; ejutjue^ert/coz; Trotet fj eyxpareta, v Kal ra Xonra fa(vovrai. ETH. III. 10. To oiKeiov e/caora) 777 (frvcrti, Kparia-Tov Kal rjbioTov i>] o^efr ^v el&iv, d(T0e- vcis 6e. RHET. II. 13. 12. GON. You see how full of changes his age is ; the observation we have made of it hath not been little : he always loved our sister most ; and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off, appears too grossly. REG. 'Tis the infirmity of his age : yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. GON. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash ; then must we look to receive from his age, not alone the imperfections of long engrafted condition, but therewithal, the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them. KING LEAR, Act I. Sc. 1. THE AGED. 107 Ol TTptorflvTepot, {am TTJ /xz^fAT/ juiaAAoz;, TJ rfj eA- StareAoim ra ye^o/xeua Aeyozres* avafJiifJivrjo-KO- yap rjbovTCLL. RHET. II. 13. 12. HECTOR. Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. NEST. I would my arms could match thee in con- tention. As they contend with thee in courtesy. HECT. I would they could. NEST. Ha ! By this white beard, I'd fight with thee to-morrow. Well, welcome, welcome ! I have seen the time. ULYS. I wonder now how yonder city stands, When we have here her base and pillar by us. TKOILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act IV. Sc. 5. THE YOUNG. Ol V0l - OviMKol, KOL O^vdv^OL, KOL oloi CLKO\OV0lv 777 opjutfj. RHET. II. 12. 4. BEN. I pray you, good Mercutio, let's retire ; The day is hot,, the Capulets abroad,, And,, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl ; For now,, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. MER. Thou art like one of those fellows,, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern,, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, " God send me no need of " thee !" and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need. BEN. Am I like such a fellow ? MER. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou ! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes ; what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel ? Thine head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat. ROMEO AND JULIET, Act III. Sc. 1. THE YOUNG. 109 Ol VtOl - TT&VTCLS \pr](TTOV$ KOL J3\TIOVS VT vovcriv TTJ -yap avT&v a/ca/aa TOVS TreAas 1 RHET. II. 12. 15. DESD. O, these men, these men ! Dost thou in conscience think,, tell me, Emilia, That there be women do abuse their husbands In such gross kind ? EMIL. There be some such, no question. DESD. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world ! I do not think there is any such woman. OTHELLO, Act IV. Sc. 3. Ol z>eot cieAmdes* axrvep yap ol olvvfjievoi, o#ra> biaOepfJLOL daw ol vioi VTTO rfjs iA.owi, KOL ra^cds TTCLVOV- rai, TroXXdfcis rrjs avrris fjfAtpas ^TaTTLTTTOVTes. ETH. VIII. 3. FRIAR. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume : The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore, love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. ROMEO AND JULIET, Act II. Sc. 6. HUMAN SOCIETY. Ov yap 6/c $vo larp&v yiverai Koivavia, dAA' ef la- rpov Kal yttopyov, KOL oAa>s ere/)&>z>, Kal OVK lo-^v aXXa TOVTOVS 8ei lo-ao-Orjvai,. ETH. V. 5. Exc. While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, The advised head defends itself at home : For government, though high, and low_, and lower, Put into parts,, doth keep in one concent ; Congruing in a full and natural close, Like music. CANT. True : therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees ; Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; The poor mechanic porters crowding in HUMAN SOCIETY. 113 Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate ; The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone. KING HENRY V. Act. I. Sc. 2. "OTCLV emrepos 1 kavrov flovXrjTCLL [apX tz; ] (OVCTLV 'Ecwro) ZKCLOTOS /3ov\6[jLVos ravTa, TOP Tre ef era^et /cat /ccoX^ef /XT/ yap Trjpovvr&v, TO KOLVOV Avrat. 2i7//3aiVei ovv avrots aTaotdfety, aXXfaovs IJLZV avrovs 6e /x^ ftov\ofjLVovs ra dt/cata ETH. IX. 6. ULYS. Take but degree away_, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift up their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And, last, eat up himself. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act I. Sc. 3. 114 HUMAN SOCIETY. To (ro)(f)p6v(x)s fjv Kal AcapreptKO)?, o^x. f]$v TOIS TTO\- Xots, a\\(*)$ re mi z/eots. Ato VOJJLOLS Set 1 rtrayOai TJ\V v Kal TCL 7TiTr]bVfjiaTa' oi/c lorai yap \v7rrjpa yevofjLtva. . . . Kal Ttepl ravra 8eot/xe^ J az; vo- Kal oAa)? 6r) irepl vavTa rov jBiov ol yap iroXXol paXXov rj Xoya) irtiOapypvcn, Kal fry/xtaty, r) r<3 ETH. X. 9. HECTOR. If this law Of nature be corrupted through affection ; And that great minds,, of partial indulgence To their benumbed wills, resist the same ; There is a law in each well-order'd nation,, To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act II. Sc. 2. Ol TroAAot avayKri fj,a\Xov r) Aoyo> 7Ti6ap\ovo-i, Ka (fyjuucus, r) ra> KaX(3. AtoTrep oiovrai TLVZS TOVS vopoQe rovvras belv aTret^owt /cat atyvzcrTtpoLS oSo-t, K0\d creis re Kal rtjuuopi'as eTTirt^erat, TOVS 6' aviarovs oAxo . ETH. X. 9. DUKE. As fond fathers Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sight, For terror, not to use ; in time the rod Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd : so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; HUMAN SOCIETY. 115 The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. MEASURE FOR MEASURE, Act I. Sc. 4. 'Ev cbrao-ais ra T&V &px(rcicromK&v reArj TF&VTUV eorti> alpT(&Tpa T&V ixj) CLVTa* TovTMV yap \apiv 6ta>/crat. ETH. I.I. ULYS. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; Count wisdom as no member of the war ; Forestall prescience, and esteem no act But that of hand : the still and mental parts, That do contrive how many hands shall strike, When fitness calls them on ; and know, by measure Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, Why, this hath not a finger's dignity : They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war : So that the ram, that batters down the wall, For the great swing and rudeness of his poise, They place before his hand that made the engine ; Or those, that with the fineness of their souls By reason guide his execution. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act I. Sc. 3. THE FORCE OP HABIT. To tWio-fjitvov cSoTTre/) Tte^VKOs Tjbr] ytyverai. RHET. 1.11.3. HAM. Use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either curb the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. HAMLET, Act III. Sc. 4. IloXXa icat r&v c^vcret \M\ fjbltoV, orav tQicrQuHnv, ^aos TTOLOVVIV. RHET. 1. 10. 18. VAL. How use doth breed a habit in a man ! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. Two GENT. OF VER. Act V. Sc. 4. HAM. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? he sings at grave-making. HOR. Custom hath made it in him a property of ea- siness. HAM. 'Tis e'en so : the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. HAMLET, Act V. Sc. ] . PERSUASION. K(U 6aTTOV. RHET. I. %, 4. IAGO. My Lord, you know I love you. OTH. I think thou dost ; And for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more : For such things in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom ; but, in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule. OTHELLO, Act III. Sc. 3. Tots emeiKeVt morevo/xezj /utaAXoz/ KOL OCLTTOV* Set" 6*6 feat TOVTO (rvjji/BaLveiv 8ta roz; Xoyov, dAAa /xr) 6ta TO TrpobebogAcrOat, Trolov riva elvai rov Xeyoz;ra. RHET. I. 2. 4. ANT. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts, I am no orator, as Brutus is : But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; 118 PERSUASION. I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ; Shew you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths. And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to mutiny. JUJLIUS CJESAR, Act III. Sc. 2. Hi6avd)TCLTOL cbro rr}s avTjjs (frvcrttos ol ev rots 0- criv et(ri, KOL ^LfjLaLV^i 6 ^et/xa^o/xe^oj, ical yjyXfnaivti 6 opyifo/xez>os aArjfltz^rara. POET. . 30. BOTTOM. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant ? QUINCE. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for love. BOTTOM. That will ask some tears in the true per- forming of it : If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I will move Storms, I will condole in some measure. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act I. Sc. 2. GENERAL REMARKS ON HUMAN NATURE. 'Aperr) 6e eort 8wa/xis eue/oyert/oj. RHET. I. 9. 4. v Eort dyafloi; /cat r?]s dperrjs TO evepyereiz/. ETH. IX. 9. DUKE. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, But to fine issues : nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess,, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. MEASURE FOR MEASURE, Act I. Sc. 2. To emeues, biKaCov TWOS bv, /SeArioV eori ETH. 5. 10. PORTIA. The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; 120 GENERAL REMARKS It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shews the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then shew likest Gods, When mercy seasons justice. MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act IV. Sc. 1. Kat TO IJLTJ Trpbs rr\v Ttpa^iv, dAAa irpos ryv TrpoaC- p(nv o-KOTTew, cmet/ce's. RHET. 1. 13. 17. HIPPOL. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. THESEUS. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : And what poor duty cannot do, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. Where I have come, great clerks have purposed To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practised accent in their fears, And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome ; And in the modesty of fearful duty ON HUMAN NATURE. 121 I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act V. Sc. 1. K. HEN. Give me thy glove, soldier ; Look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike ; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. FLU. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in ths 'orld. K. HEN. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? WILL. All offences, my liege, come from the heart : never came any from mine, that might offend your ma- jesty. K. HEN. It was ourself thou didst abuse. WILL. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness ; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine : for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence ; therefore, I be- seech your highness, pardon me. KING HENRY V. Act IV. Sc. 8. iA.aiTOs jutaAtor 1 av etr; [6 emetKrjs], Ka0' trepov TOV dveibifrntvov, /cat 6ta0epcoz/ TOCTOVTOV, ovov TO Kara \6yov ffjv, TOV Kara 77&0o$, KOL dpeyecrflai r/ TOV Ka\OV, T) TOV OOKOVVTOS (TVfJL(f)pLV. ETH. IX. 8. 122 GENERAL REMARKS DAU. Self-love,, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. KING HENRY V. Act II. Sc. 4. To> fxezJ ZmOviJLOvvTL KOI eve'AmSt, tav rj TO ta 7fii>, Kal (T(rOaL, Kal ayaObv to-to-Oai (fraivtrai. RHET. II. 1. 4. THESEUS. Such tricks hath strong imagination ; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act V. Sc. 1. Ov yap TCLVTCL ercu orepar 7ri7roi>&>7epa yap f) yev- vrjv cn;/Xj8e/3r/fce' iras yap TO oiKtlov epyov ayaTca. ^ahXov, 77 ayaTrqOtir] av VTTO TOV Zpyov, fjL\jrvxov yvop,vov. MaAtora 6' tcra>s TOVTO TTpl TOVS TtoirjTas (TVfjLJ3aivi' VTTtpayaTT&orL yap OVTOL ra ot/ceta TTOirujLara orepyorres &cnrp re/era. ETH. IX. 7. POET. What have you there ? PAINTER. A picture, sir. And when comes your book forth ? POET. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Let's see your piece. PAIN. 'Tis a good piece. POET. So 'tis : this comes off well and excellent. PAIN. Indifferent. POET. Admirable : how this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. PAIN. It is a pretty mocking of the life. Here is a touch ; is't good ? POET. I'll say of it, It tutors nature : artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life. TIMON OF ATHENS, Act I. Sc. 1. v EotKe e/c TOVT&V, et Kat SuKueircu vpbs TOVS OTIOVV, etre ayaObv, tre TovvavTiov, atyavpov TL 77 aTrXws, fj cfceiVcus cTz/af et 8e /XT), TOCTOVTOV ON HUMAN NATURE. 125 ye KOL TOLOVTOV, wore JUT) iroielv vbaLjjLovas TOVS /XTJ ovras, fjirjbe TOVS OVTCLS /xa/capfovs cu/xupeicr^at TO fjiaK&pLOV. ETH. 1. 11. MACBETH. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further ! MACBETH, Act III. Sc. 2. o)Z> 6' CLvOptoTT&V Ka npos TOVTO crtoptveiv eto>- RHET. II. 15. 2. HOT. My father gave him welcome to the shore : And, when he heard him swear, and vow to God, He came but to be duke of Lancaster, To sue his livery, and beg his peace ; With terms of innocency, and terms of zeal, My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd, Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too. Now, when the lords and barons of the realm Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, The more and less came in with cap and knee ; Met him in boroughs, cities, villages ; Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, Laid gifts before him, proffered him their oaths, Gave him their heirs ; as pages followed him, Even at the heels, in golden multitudes. He presently, as greatness knows itself, Steps me a little higher than his vow Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ; ON HUMAN NATURE. 127 And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, That lie too heavy on the commonwealth : Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep Over his country's wrongs ; and, by this face, This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he did angle for. Proceeded further ; cut me off the heads Of all the favourites, that the absent king In deputation left behind him here, When he was personal in the Irish war. PART I. K. HENRY IV. Act IV. Sc. 3. O/xotoz; rw prjOev yiyvtvQai, orav ov e^ereu p ETH. IX. 1. HELENA. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that ? Demetrius thinks not so. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act I. Sc. 1. "Ap(TKOl - 06 TTCLVTa TTpO? f)?)OV7]V 7TaiVOVVT$, KOL ov6V avTLTeCvovTts, a\Xa br] OLO^VOL belv oXvnoi rots ttvai. ETH. IV. 6. OSRIC. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. HAM. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spi- rit : your bonnet to his right use ; 'tis for the head. 128 GENERAL REMARKS OSR. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. HAM. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly. OSR. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. HAM. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot ; or my complexion OSR. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, as 'twere, I cannot tell how. HAMLET, Act V. Sc. 2. To enaive'iv vapovTa RHET. II. 6. 8. FLAV. Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord ! How many prodigal bits have slaves, and peasants, This night englutted ! Who is not Timon's ? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is lord Timon's ? Great Timon ! noble, worthy, royal Timon's ? Ah ! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made ! TIMON OF ATHENS, Act II. Sc. 2. Bo)ju,oAoxav\oi ZTiaivovviv [TOVT ayaOov.] RHET. I. 6. 24. ./ENEAS. What the repining enemy commends, That breath fame follows, that praise, sole pure, tran- scends. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act I. Sc. 3. A O 01 afji r) ol fyOpol, alpovvrai jutet- (ov aya06v. RHET. I. 7. 28. COMIN. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thoult not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles ; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, I'the end, admire ; where ladies shall be frighted, And, gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the dull tri- bunes, That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, Shall say, against their hearts cc We thank the gods Our Rome hath such a soldier !" CORIOLANUS, Act I. Sc. 9. 132 COMMON PLACES. To CLVT [ayaOov] [/xetfor], r) cbrAws. RHET. I. 7. 35. TIT. Or, say,, sweet love,, what thou desir'st to eat. BOT. [Fancying himself an ass.~^ Truly, a peck of provender ; I could munch your good dry oats. Me- thinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay : good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. TIT. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. BOT. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. MIDS. NIGHT'S DREAM, Act IV. Sc. 1. At Trepnreretat, /cat TO napa piKpov a-to&vOai e/c T&V Kivbvvuv [7?6e'a.] RHET. I. 11. 24. OTHEL. It gives me wonder great as my content, To see you here before me. O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate. OTHELLO, Act II. Sc. 1. COMMON PLACES. 133 El rots yjtipocTLV fj rJTToo-w 17 a d?ro- 6 roTToSj ro crv}jL/3o\a Aeyetz/. RHET. III. 15. 9. ANTONY. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? 134 COMMON PLACES. When that the -poor have cried,, Caesar hath wept ; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. JULIUS CJESAR, Act III. Sc. 2. FINIS. 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