HUB. Go, stand within; let me alone with him. 1ST ATTENDANT. I am best pleas'd to be from He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart :- HUB. Come, boy, prepare yourself. ARTH. Is there no remedy? HUB. ARTH. None, but to lose your eyes. O heaven!-that there were but a mote in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. HUB. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. ARTH. Hubert, the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes: HUB. I can heat it, boy. ARTH. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be us'd In undeserv'd extremes: See else yourself: The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. HUB. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. ARTH. And if you do, you will but make it blush, And glow with shame of your proceedings, Nay, it, perchance, will sparkle in your eyes; That mercy, which fierce fire, and iron, extends, HUB. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eyes For all the treasure that thine uncle owes : You were disguised. HUB. Peace: no more. Adieu; Your uncle must not know but you are dead : I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports. And, pretty child, sleep doubtless, and secure, That Hubert, for the wealth of all the world, Will not offend thee. ARTH. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. HUB. Silence; no more: Go closely in with me. Much danger do I undergo for thee. KING JOHN, A. 4, s. 1. THE TROUBLES OF THE SOUL BEYOND NATURAL AID. MACBETH. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Достов. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient MACBETH, A. 5, s. 3. THE TRUE FRIEND OF KINGS. PEACE, peace, my lords, and give experience tongue. They do abuse the king, that flatter him: For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; Whereas reproof, obedient, and in order, life: PERICLES, A. 1, s. 2. THE TRUE STRENGTH IN WAR EVERY man's conscience is a thousand swords, He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. Then, in God's name, march: True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. ANTONY. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man, And graze in commons. OCTAVIUS. You may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier. ANT. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, I do appoint him store of provender. It is a creature that I teach to fight, He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out; And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclos'd, And open perils surest answered. JULIUS CESAR, A. 4, s. 1. THE POWER OF HABIT. O THROW away the worser part of it, That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat To the next abstinence: the next more easy: HAMLET, A. 3, s. 4. |