And rest your gentle head upon her lap, K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 3, s. 1. LOVE'S CONQUEST. LET Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which, I bind On pain of punishment, the world to weet, We stand up peerless. Stirr'd by Cleopatra.Now, for the love of Love, and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh : There's not a minute of our lives should stretch Without some pleasure now. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 1. LOVE'S ECSTACY. How all the other passions fleet to air, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess; MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 3, s. 2. LOVE'S ERRORS. My mistress with a monster is in love. And forth my mimick comes: When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all things catch. I led them on in this distracted fear, MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A. 3, s. 2. LOVE'S FANTASIES. O BRAWLING love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!— This love feel I, that feel no love in this. ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 1, s. 1. LOVE'S GRAVITATION. DROMIO. I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. ANTIPHOLUS. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage ? DRO. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench, and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. ANT. What complexion is she of? DRO. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept; For why? she sweats, a man may go over shoes in the grime of it. COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 3, s. 2. LOVE'S MEDIATORSHIP-ITS DANGERS AND ITS CONQUESTS. VIOLA. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours; Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. OLIVIA. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts, Would they were blanks, rather than filled with me! VIO. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts On his behalf : OLI. O, by your leave, I pray you; I bade you never speak again of him: But, would you undertake another suit, I had rather hear you to solicit that, Than musick from the spheres. VIO. Dear lady,- After the last enchantment you did here, Have you not set mine honour at the stake, Q That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you speak. VIO. I pity you. OLI. That's a degree to love. VIO. No, not a grise; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies. OLI. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again : O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! [Clock strikes. The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, Your wife is like to reap a proper man : There lies your way, due west. VIO. Then westward-hoe: Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? OLI. Stay: I pr'ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. OLI. If I think so, I think the same of you. VIO. Then think you right; I am not what I am. OLI. I would, you were as I would have you be! V10. Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might; for now I am your fool. OLI. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! |