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And from her derogat .* body never spring
than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!
FLATTERING SYCOPHANTS, That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as
these, Like rats, ost bite the holy cords atwain Which are too intrinsic; t’unloose; smooth every
PLAIN BLUNT MEN.
This is some fellow, Who having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb, Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he!“ An honest mind and plain,--he must speak truth: An' they will take it so; if not, he's plain. These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainnes. Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Then twenty silly ducking observants, That stretch their duties nicely.
Degraded. + Falling # Perplexed. § Disowned.
Il The bird called the king-fisher, which, when dried and hung up by a thread, is supposed to turn his Lill to. the point from whence the wind blows. T Simple or rustic
While I may 'scape, I will preserve myself: and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest slape, That every penury, in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth; Blanket my loins; ell* all my hair in knots; And with presented nakedness outsace The winds, and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb’d and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
THE FAULTS OF INFIRMITY PARDONABLE.
Fiery? the fiery duke?--Tell thc hot duke, that
[Points to his heart All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms so.
I pr’ythee, daughter, do not make me mad;
* Flair thus knotted was supposed to be the work of elves and fairies in the night. † Skewers.
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
THE NECESSARIES OF LIFE FEW.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! Is it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger! O let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!—no, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall-I will do such things, What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand fairs, Or ere I'll weep: 0, sool, I shall go mad!
0, sir, to will'ul men, The injúries, that they themselves procure, Must be their schoolmasters.
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
LEAR'S EXCLAMATIONS IN THE TEMPEST.
Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
* Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young.
Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things that lore
night, Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Gallow* the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry The affliction, nor the sear. Lear.
Let the great gods, 'That keep this dreadful potherf o’er our heads, Find out iheir enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of Justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simularf man of virtue That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seemings Has practis'd on inan's life!-Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace.--I am a man, More sinn’d against, than sinning. Keni.
Alack, bareheaded ! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest. Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious
storm Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou’dst shun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, 'Thou’dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the
mind's free, The body's delicate: the tempest in
mind Doth from iny senses take all feeling else, Save what beats there.-Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, For lifting food to't?--But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more.-In such a night * Scare or frighten.
† Blustering noise. Counterfeit. § Appearance.