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That we may bring you something on the way.
DUKE. My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any scruple: your scope is as mine own:
So to enforce, or qualify the laws

As to your soul seems good.


Give me your

I'll privily away: I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause, and aves vehement:
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
ANG. The heavens give safety to your pur-

ESCAL. Lead forth, and bring you back in happiness.

DUKE. I thank you: Fare you well.

MEASURE FOR measure, a. 1, s. 1.




This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
In hand, and hope of action: but we do learn,
By those that know the very nerves of state,
His givings out were of an infinite distance
From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
And with full line of his authority,

Governs lord Angelo: a man, whose blood

very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense;

But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study and fast.
He (to give fear to use and liberty,

Which have, for long, run by the hideous law,
As mice by lions,) hath pick'd out an act,
Under whose heavy sense your brother's life
Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example; all hope is gone,
Unless you have the grace by your fair
To soften Angelo: And that's my pith
Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother.
He has censur'd him
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
A warrant for his execution.


ISABELLA. My power! alas! I doubt.LUCIO. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt: Go to lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel,

All their petitions are as freely theirs

As they themselves would owe them.
ISAB. I'll see what I can do.

But, speedily.
ISAB. I will about it straight;
No longer staying but to give the mother
Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you:
Commend me to my brother soon at night
I'll send him certain word of my success.
LUCIO. I take leave of you.



Good sir, adieu.


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Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me

An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Against what should ensue.

TEMPEST, A. 1, s. 2.


WHAT a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

HAMLET, A. 2, s. 2.


IF thou speak'st false,

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,

Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much.

I pull in resolution; and begin

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ;—and now a wood

Comes toward Dunsinane.-Arm, arm, and


If this, which he avouches, does appear,
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

Ring the alarum bell:-Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

MACBETH, A. 5, s. 5.


COUNTESS. Even so it was with me, when I was young:

If we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong:

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone,

Such were our faults ;;—or then we thought them


Her eye

is sick on't; I observe her now. HELENA. What is your pleasure, madam ? COUNT.

I am a mother to you.

You know, Helen,

Nay, a mother ;

HEL. Mine honourable mistress.



Why not a mother? When I said, a mother,
Methought you saw a serpent: What's in mother,
That you start at it? I say, I am your
And put you in the catalogue of those
That were enwombed mine: 'Tis often seen,



Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds:

You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
Yet I express to you a mother's care:-
God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood,
To say, I am thy mother? What's the matter,
That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?
-that you are my daughter?

Why ?-

That I am not.

COUNT. I say, I am your mother.

Pardon, madam;
The count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
I am from humble, he from honour'd name;
No note upon my parents, his all noble :
My master, my dear lord he is: and I
His servant live, and will his vassal die:
He must not be my brother.

Nor I your mother?
HEL. You are my mother, madam ;

you were

(So that


my lord, your son, were not my brother,) Indeed, my mother!-or were you both our mothers,

I care no more for, than I do for heaven,
So I were not his sister: Can't no other,

I your daughter, he must be my brother? COUNT. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law;

God shield, you mean it not! daughter, and mother,

So strive upon your pulse: What, pale again? My fear hath catch'd your fondness: Now I see The mystery of your loneliness, and find

Your salt tears' head. Now to all sense 'tis


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