Such gallant chiding;* for, besides the groves, Hounds. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable. Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn. ACT V. The Power of Imagination. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to [heaven; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Simplicity and Duty. For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, And duty in his service perishing. *Sound. The flews are the large chaps of a hound. Are made of more imagination. Modest Duty always acceptable. Where I have come, great clerks have purposed I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Time. The Iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Night. Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, That the graves all gaping wide, In the church-way paths to glide. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. Peace inspires Love. But now I am returned, and that war-thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms * Overcome. Come thronging soft and delicate desires, And I will break with her, and with her father, Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, That know love's grief by his complexion ! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have salved it with a long treatise. D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader The fairest grant is the necessity; [than the flood? Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once,* thou lovcst: Bnd I will fit thee with the remedy. I know we shall have revelling to-night, ACT II. Friendship in Love. Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love; Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, It is the witness still of excellency, Benedict the Bachelor's Recanttaion. This can be no trick: the conference was sadly Once for all. † Passion. borne. They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems her affections have their full bent. Love me! why it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.-I did never think to marry :-I must not seem proud:-happy are they that hear their detractions; and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness and virtuous;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it: and wise, but for loving me ; -by my troth, it is no addition to her wit;-nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have some odd quirts and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage :-but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said I I would die a bachelor, 1 did not think I should live till I were married.-Here comes Beatrice, by this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her. ACT III. Favourites compared to Honeysuckles. Bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter;-like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it. *Seriously carried on. A scornful and satirical Beauty. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, All matter else seems weak; she cannot love, I never yet saw man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured, If speaking, why a vane blown with all wind: ACT IV. Dissimulation. O, what authority and show of truth To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear A Father lamenting his Daughter's Infamy. Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ? |