Hamlet continued.]

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

Rough-hew them how we will.

Into a towering passion.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

What imports the nomination of this gentle

Ibid.

man? The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides. Ibid.

There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Ibid.

If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come.

Ibid.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

Ibid.

Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well.

Down, thou climbing sorrow!

Thy element 's below.

[King Lear continued.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks.

Ibid.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage!

blow!

Act iii. Sc. 2.

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness,

Ibid.

A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.

Tremble, thou wretch,

That hast within thee undivulged crimes,

Ibid.

Unwhipp'd of justice.

I am a man

Ibid.

More sinn'd against than sinning.

Ibid.

O, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Act iii. Sc. 4.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd andwindow'd raggedness,defend you
From seasons such as these?

Take physic, pomp ;

Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.

Out-paramoured the Turk.

'Tis a naughty night to swim in.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

King Lear continued.]

But mice, and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman. Ibid. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

Child Roland to the dark tower came,
His word was still, - Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.

Ibid.

Ibid.

The little dogs and all,

Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at

me.

Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel, grim,
Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym ;
Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail.

Act iii. Sc. 6.

The worst is not

So long as we can say, This is the worst.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. I.

Patience and sorrow strove,

Who should express her goodliest. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Half-way down

Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade!

Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.

The fishermen that walk upon the beach

Appear like mice.

Ay, every inch a king.

Act iv. Sc. 6.

Ibid.

to sweeten my imagination.

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary,

Ibid.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;

Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.

Ibid.

[King Lear continued.

Mine enemy's dog,

Though he had bit me, should have stood that

night

Against my fire.

Act iv. Sc. 7

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.1 Act v. Sc. 3.

Gentle, and low,

Her voice was ever soft,

an excellent thing in woman.

Ibid.

Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass: he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

Ibid.

OTHELLO.

That never set a squadron in the field,

Nor the division of a battle knows. Acti. Sc. 1.

Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her:
The very head and front of my offending

1 'scourge us,' Singer.

Othello continued]

Hath this extent, no more.

speech,1

Rude am I in my

And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years'pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;
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.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have pass'd.

I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it:
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
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 travel's 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; 1 Though I be rude in speech, 2 Cor. xi. 6.