That we may bring you something on the way. As to your soul seems good. hand; Give me your I'll privily away: I love the people, ESCAL. Lead forth, and bring you back in happiness. DUKE. I thank you: Fare you well. MEASURE FOR measure, a. 1, s. 1. GAIN AND KEEP A VIRTUOUS LUCIO. SISTER'S LOVE. This is the point. Governs lord Angelo: a man, whose blood very snow-broth; one who never feels But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge Which have, for long, run by the hideous law, prayer ISABELLA. My power! alas! I doubt.LUCIO. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt: Go to lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe them. LUCIO. ISAB. my Good sir, adieu. MEASURE FOR MEASURE, A. 1, s. 5. Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. TEMPEST, A. 1, s. 2. GOD'S IMAGE. WHAT a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! HAMLET, A. 2, s. 2. GOOD DESERTED BRINGS IF thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ;—and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and out! If this, which he avouches, does appear, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone. Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. MACBETH, A. 5, s. 5. GOD WORKS WITH THOSE THAT WORK WITH HIM. COUNTESS. Even so it was with me, when I was young: If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong: Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults ;;—or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now. HELENA. What is your pleasure, madam ? COUNT. I am a mother to you. You know, Helen, Nay, a mother ; HEL. Mine honourable mistress. COUNT. mother Why not a mother? When I said, a mother, L r; Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan, Why ?- That I am not. COUNT. I say, I am your mother. HEL. COUNT. you were (So that 'Would my lord, your son, were not my brother,) Indeed, my mother!-or were you both our mothers, I care no more for, than I do for heaven, I your daughter, he must be my brother? COUNT. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law; God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother, So strive upon your pulse: What, pale again? My fear hath catch'd your fondness: Now I see The mystery of your loneliness, and find Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis gross, |