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A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing jack,
I know them, yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple:
A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart
That do outface it with their semblances.
I'll turn two mincing steps Into a manly stride: and speak of frays Like a fine bragging youth and tell quaint lies, How honourable ladies sought my love,
Which I denying, they fell sick and dy'd:
That men shall swear, I have discontinued school
Since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.
None does offend, none, I
say none; I'll able 'em : Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
You have ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is called
It seems, it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,
As it is common for the
To lack discretion.
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
I never in my life
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,
my divine soul answer it in heaven. Thou art a traitor and a miscreant.
For his bounty,
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping.
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And shew the heavens more just.
The stealth of our most mutual entertainment, With character too gross, is writ on Juliet.
Almost at fainting, under
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
The whining school boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive,
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face;
These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his :
Behold, my Lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter
The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley,
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
The poor wren,
young ones in her nest, against the owl.
Go, bind thou up yon dangling apricocks,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
Father cardinal, I have heard you say,
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: