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What's mine is your's and what is your's is mine:

So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, A. 5, 8. 1.,

THE QUEEN'S FORTITUDE.

GREAT lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,

But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What though the mast be now blown over-board,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood;
Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he
Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad,
With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

And give more strength to that which hath too much;

Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have sav'd?
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that?
And Montague our top-mast; What of him?
Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of
these?

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?
And Somerset another goodly mast?

The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;
But keep our course, though the rough wind say

-no,

From shelves and rocks that threaten us with

wreck.

As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea?
What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while:
Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink:
Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.
This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
In case some one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the
brothers,

More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.

Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 5, s. 4.

THE QUARREL OF THE TWO
FRIENDS.

COME, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world:

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,
Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;

I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better

Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

JULIUS CESAR, A. 4, s. 3.

THE RAREST OF JEWELS FOUND. HORATIO, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.

Nay, do not think I flatter:
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits,
To feed, and clothe thee? Why should the
poor be flatter'd ?

No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
And crook the ready hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou
hear?

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,
And could of men distinguish her election,
She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast
been

As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing;
A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards

Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blessed are those,

Whose blood and judgment are so well comingled,

That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please: Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.-Something too much of this.-

There is a play to-night before the king;
One scene of it comes near the circumstance,
Which I have told thee of my father's death.
I pr'ythee, when thou seest that act a-foot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe my uncle: if his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen;
And my imaginations are as foul

As Vulcan's smithy. Give him heedful note:
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face;

And, after, we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.

HAMLET, A. 3, s. 2.

THE REALLY NOBLE.

I AM not of that feather, to shake off My friend when he must need me.

him

I do know

A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him.

Commend me to him: I will send his ransome; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me :'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,

But to support him after.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 1.

THE RECKONING DAY EVER

FLAVIUS.

APPROACHING.

O my good lord!

At many times I brought in my accounts,

Laid them before you; you would throw them off,

And say, you found them in mine honesty.
When, for some trifling present, you have bid me
Return so much, I have shook my head, and
wept ;

Yea, 'gainst the authority of manners, pray'd you
To hold your hand more close: I did endure
Not seldom, nor no slight checks; when I have
Prompted you, in the ebb of your estate,
And your great flow of debts. My dear-lov'd
lord,

Though you hear now, (too late!) yet now's a time,

The greatest of your having lacks a half

To pay your present debts.

TIMON.
Let all my land be sold.
FLAV. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeited and

gone;
And what remains will hardly stop the mouth
Of present dues: the future comes apace:
What shall defend the interim ? and at length
How goes our reckoning?

TIM. To Lacedæmon did my land extend. FLAV. O my good lord, the world is but a word;

Were it all yours, to give it in a breath,

How quickly were it gone?

TIM.

You tell me true.

TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 2, s. 2.

THE REFORMED PRINCE MAKING THE AMENDE HONORABLE.

CHIEF JUSTICE. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty!

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