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Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father In manners, as in shape! Thy blood, and virtue, Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.
TOO AMBITIOUS LOVE,
I am undone; there is no living, none, If Bertram be away. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the lion, Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
COWARDICE. I know him a motorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind.
• THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES,
CHARACTER OF A NOBLE COURTIER.
He had the wit, which I can well observe
* Helena considers her heart as the tableton which his resemblance was portra
+ Peculiarity of feature. :Dountenance. § His is put for its
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
ACT II. HONORDUE TO PERSONAL WIRTUE oNLY, NOT TO BIRTH.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed: Where great additions” swell, and virtue none, It is a dropsied honour: good alone Is good, without a name; vileness is sof: The property by what it is should go, Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair; In these to nature she's immediate heir; And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn, Which challenges itself as honour's born, And is not like the sire: Honours best thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave Debauch'd on every tomb; on every grave, A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb, Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb Of honour’d bones indeed.
+ Good is good independent of any worldly distinction, and so is vileness vile.