Grif. Kath. Well, the voice goes, madam: For after the stout Earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill He could not sit his mule. Alas, poor man ! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Act 4, Sc. 2. Grif. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.-Act 4, Sc. 2. Grif. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading: But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. Kath. That comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution : That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; Cran. Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Crom. 'Tis a cruelty, To load a falling man.—Act 5, Sc. 2. Cran. Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless her; And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with her: In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, Shall be, and make new nations: he shall flourish, King. An aged princess; many days shall see her, To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Act 5, Sc. 4. Cressida. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing. That she was never yet, that ever knew Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech: Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Nestor. In the reproof of chance Act 1, Sc. 2. Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth, Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk! But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and anon behold The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat, Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies fled under shade, why, then the thing of courage, As rous'd with rage with rage doth sympathise, And with an accent tun'd in selfsame key Retorts to chiding fortune. Tro. Act 1. Sc. 3. What's aught, but as 'tis valued? Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; As well wherein 'tis precious of itself Act 2, Sc. 2. Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election To blench from this and to stand firm by honour: We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, When we have soil'd them, nor the remainder viands Because we now are full.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Agamemnon. He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle: and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.—Act 2, Sc. 3. SONG. Pandarus. Love, love, nothing but love, still more! Shoots buck and doe : The shaft confounds, Not that it wounds, But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry, Oh! oh! they die ! Yet that which seems the wound to kill, Doth turn Oh! oh! to ha! ha! he! So dying love lives still : |