What's mine is your's and what is your's is mine: So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. MEASURE FOR MEASURE, A. 5, 8. 1., THE QUEEN'S FORTITUDE. GREAT lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? -no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks. Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 5, s. 4. THE QUARREL OF THE TWO COME, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. JULIUS CESAR, A. 4, s. 3. THE RAREST OF JEWELS FOUND. HORATIO, thou art e'en as just a man Nay, do not think I flatter: No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blessed are those, Whose blood and judgment are so well comingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger There is a play to-night before the king; As Vulcan's smithy. Give him heedful note: And, after, we will both our judgments join HAMLET, A. 3, s. 2. THE REALLY NOBLE. I AM not of that feather, to shake off My friend when he must need me. I do know him A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him. Commend me to him: I will send his ransome; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me:— 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after. TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 1. THE RECKONING DAY EVER FLAVIUS. At APPROACHING. O my good lord! many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, And say, you found them in mine honesty. Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you Though you hear now, (too late!) yet now's a time, The greatest of your having lacks a half To pay your present debts. FLAV. gone; Let all my land be sold. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeited and And what remains will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues: the future comes apace: What shall defend the interim? and at length How goes our reckoning? TIM. To Lacedæmon did my land extend. FLAV. O my good lord, the world is but a word; Were it all yours, to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone? TIM. You tell me true. TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 2. THE REFORMED PRINCE MAKING THE AMENDE HONORABLE. CHIEF JUSTICE. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty! |