Fool. Have more than thou showest, Lend less than thou owest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest.-Act 1, Sc. 4. Lear. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, Lear. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is Albany. Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Act 1, Sc. 4. King. Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; Act 2, Sc. 4. King. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, Regan. O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters.-Act 2, Sc. 4. Act 2, Sc. 4. Lear. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Lear. Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, I am a man Act 3, Sc. 2. More sinn'd against, than sinning.-Act 3, Sc. 2. Fool. I'll speak a prophecy ere I go : When priests are more in word than matter; Come to great confusion : Then comes the time, who lives to see 't, That going shall be us'd with feet.-Act 3, Sc. 2. Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, I smell the blood of a British man.*-Act 3, Sc. 4. Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, Act 3, Sc. 6. *The origin of these lines, familiar to every child in the nursery story of Jack the Giant-killer, are to be found in an old romance which was well known in Shakespeare's time. Albany. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Gloucester. The trick of that voice I do well remember; Lear. Lear. Ay, every inch a king.-Act 4, Sc. 6. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. Act 4, Sc. 6. Lear. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? Glou. Ay, sir. Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.-Act 4, Sc. 6. Lear. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Act 4, Sc. 6. Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come Lear. It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe A troop of horse with felt.-Act 4, Sc. 6. Edg. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Lear. Her voice was ever soft, Act 5, Sc. 3. Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman. Iago. OTHELLO. 'Tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, Iago. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Do themselves homage :-Act I, Sc. I. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic, For such proceeding I am charged withal, Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history: Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak,--such was the process; |