By the compulsion of their ordnance Behold, the French, amaz'd, vouchsafe a parle : K. PHILIP. When I have said, make answer to us both. Lo, in this right hand, whose protection Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; With unhack'd swords, and helmets all unbruis'd, But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, 1ST CITIZEN. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We, for the worthiest, hold our right from both. K. JOHN. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls, That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet, K. PHI. Amen, Amen!-Mount chevaliers ! to arms! KING JOHN, A. 2, s. 1. THE ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN. ANOTHER of these students at that time I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit: LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, A. 2, s. 1. THE ACTION OF CONSCIENCE. 1ST MURDERER. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not? By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have been. 2ND MURDERER. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 4. THE AGONY OF DOUBT. To be once in doubt, Is- -once to be resolv'd: Exchange me for a goat, When I shall turn the business of my soul Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous, To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves com pany, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well: To OTHELLO, A. 3, s. 3. THE ALL-CONQUERING QUEEN, WRANGLING queen! Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, weep; whose every passion fully strives To make itself, in thee, fair and admir'd! ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, a. 1, s. 1. THE ANATOMY OF HONOUR. P. HENRY. Why, thou owest God a death. FALSTAFF. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? 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. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in 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. K. HENRY IV., PART 1., A. 5, s. 1. THE ATTRIBUTES OF LOVE AND DUTY. ORLANDO. Who's there? ADAM. What! my young master ?—O, my gentle master, O, my sweet master, O you memory Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony prizer of the humorous duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. O, what a world is this, when what is comely ORL. Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives: Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son |