PANDERERS TO EVIL WILL BE
CONTEMNED.

EXTON. From your own mouth, my lord, did
I this deed.

BOLINGBROKE. They love not poison that do poison need,

Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead,
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word, nor princely favour:
With Cain go wander through the shade of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.-
Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
That blood should sprinkle me, to make me

grow:

Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,
And put on sullen black, incontinent;
I'll make a voyage to the Holy land,

To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:-
March sadly after; grace my mournings here,
In weeping after this untimely bier.

K. RICHARD II., A. 5, s. 6.

PATRICIAN ADMIRATION.

IF I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thou'lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles ; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, I'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, And, gladly quak'd, hear more; where the dull Tribunes,

That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,

Shall say, against their hearts,-We thank the gods,

Our Rome hath such a soldier !—

Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully dined before.

CORIOLANUS, a. 1, s. 9.

PEACE PLEADINGS.

My duty to you both, on equal love,

Great kings of France and England! That I have labour'd

With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours,
To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,

Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd,
That face to face, and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted; let it not disgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub, or what impediment, there is,
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not, in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas! she hath from France too long been
chas'd;

And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.

Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies: her hedges even-pleached,-
Like prisoners wildly over-grown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs: her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon; while that the coulter rusts,
That should deracinate such savagery:

The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.

And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness;,
Even so our houses, and ourselves, and children,
Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow, like savages,-as soldiers will,
That nothing do but meditate on blood,-
To swearing, and stern looks, diffus'd attire,
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour,
You are assembled: and my speech entreats,
That I may know the let, why gentle peace
Should not expel these inconveniencies,
And bless us with her former qualities.

K. HENRY V., A. 5, s. 2.

PENALTIES OF SIN.

ELINOR. His mother shames him so, poor boy, he weeps.

CONSTANCE. Now shame upon you, whe'r she does, or no!

His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames,

Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his poor

eyes,

Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee;

Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd

To do him justice, and revenge on you.

Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth! Call not me slanderer; thou, and thine, usurp The dominations, royalties, and rights,

Of this oppressed boy: This is thy eldest son's

son,

Infortunate in nothing but in thee;

Thy sins are visited in this poor child;
The canon of the law is laid on him,
Being but the second generation
Removed from thy sin-conceiving womb.
I have but this to say,-

That he's not only plagued for her sin,

But God hath made her sin and her the plague
On this removed issue, plagu'd for her,
And with her plague, her sin; his injury,
Her injury, the beadle to her sin;
All punish'd in the person of this child,
And all for her; A plague upon her!

ELI. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce A will, that bars the title of thy son.

CONST. Ay, who doubts that? a will! a wicked will;

A woman's will; a canker'd grandam's will!

KING JOHN, A. 2, s. 1.

PENALTY OF BEING FAMILIAR
WITH INFERIORS.

DROMIO. Hold, sir, for God's sake: now
your jest is earnest :

Upon what bargain do you give it me?

ANTIPHOLUS. Because that I familiarly sometimes

Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,
Your sauciness will jest upon my love,

And make a common of my serious hours. When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport,

But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.
If you will jest with me, know my aspéct,
And fashion your demeanour to my looks,
Or I will beat this method in your sconce.

COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 2, s. 2.

PERFECTION.

My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a

one

:

My daughter might have been my queen's square brows;

Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,

And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno; Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry,

The more she gives them speech.

PERICLES, A. 5, s. 1.

PERFECTION OF WOMEN.

LORENZO.

How cheer'st thou, Jessica?

And now, good sweet, say thy opinion,

How dost thou like the lord Bassanio's wife?
JESSICA. Past all expressing: It is very meet,

The lord Bassanio live an upright life;
For, having such a blessing in his lady,
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth;
And, if on earth he do not mean it, it
Is reason he should never come to heaven.