Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep. DESCRIPTION OF A MELANCHOLY VALLEY. A barren detested vale, you see, it is: The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. DESCRIPTION OF A RING. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear LAVINA AT HER LUTE. Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, * Hedge Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them; He would not then have touch'd them for his life: Or had he heard the heavenly harmony, Which that swet tongue hath made, He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, ACT III. LAVINA'S LOSS OF HER TONGUE DEscribed. O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence, Is torn from forth that pretty hollow cage: Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung Sweet varied notes, enchanting every car! DESPAIR. For now I stand as one upon a rock. Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, TEARS. When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears CRUELTY TO INSECTS. Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother How would he hang his slender gilded wings, And buz lamenting doings in the air! Poor harmless fly! That with his pretty buzzing melody, [him. Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd REVENGE. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stand Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come, and be thy wagoner, And whiri along with thee about the globes. Provide the proper palfries, black as jet, TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. ACT I. LOVE IN A BRAVE YOUNG SOLDIER. CALL here my varlet,* I'll unarm again: The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; But I am weaker then a woman's tear, Tamer than sheep, fondert than ignorance; Less valiant than the virgin in the night, O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,— When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; * A servant to a knight. As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her; Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me 'The knife that made it. SUCCESS NOT EQUAL TO OUR HOPES. The ample proposition, that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, ADVERSITY THE TRIAL OF MAN. Why then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abashed behold our works; else, But the protractive trials of great Jove, ON DEGREE. Take but degree away, uniune that string, And hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In meret oppugnancy: The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) * Twisted and rambling. † Joined by affinity. + Absolute. Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, And appetite, an universal wolf. So doubtedly secondly with will and power, ACHILLES DESCRIBED BY ULYSSES. The great Achilles,--(whom opinion crowns) The sinew and the forehand of our host, Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Breaks scurril jests; And with ridiculous and awkward action (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) He pageants* us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, And, like a strutting player,-whose conceit "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,t- That's done;-as near as the extremest ends 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, * In modern language, takes us off. + Supreme. § Beyond the truth. The galleries of the theatre. || Unadapted |