Lust is but a bloody fire, Kindled with unchaste desire, As thoughts do blow them higher and higher. Act 5, Sc. 5. Duke. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Thyself and thy belongings Duke. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Duke. As fond fathers, Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch, For terror, not to use, in time the rod Becomes more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees, And liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Lucio. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Act 2, Sc. I. Escal. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : Escal. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.-Act 2, Sc. 1. Ang. Condemn the fault, but not the actor of it? Isab. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Act 2, Sc. 2. Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Act 2, Sc. 2. Isab. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; Act 2, Sc. 2. Isab. Isab. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Act 2, Sc. 2. Merciful Heaven! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep. Act 2, Sc. 2. Isab. Great men may jest with saints, 'tis wit in them, But in the less foul profanation. Act 2, Sc. 2. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Ang. So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Come all to help him, and so stop the air By which he should revive. Claud, The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. Act 2, Sc. 4. Act 3, Sc. I. Isab. The sense of death is most in apprehension; In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great Act 3, Sc. I. Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; The weariest and most loathed worldly life To what we fear of death.-Act 3, Sc. I. Duke. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good; the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace being the soul of your complexion, shall keep the body of it ever fair.-Act 3, Sc. I. Duke. That we were all, as some would seem to be, Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality Act 3, Sc. 2. Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny Duke. He who the sword of Heaven will bear, Should be as holy as severe; Act 3, Sc. 2. Pattern in himself to know, Shame to him, whose cruel striking Boy.* Take, oh take, those lips away, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again; Act 3, Sc. 2. Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. Act 4, Sc. 1. * This song is also given in Fletcher's play, "The Bloody Brother," Act 5, Sc. 2, with the addition of a second verse. Duke. Music oft hath such a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. Duke. O place and greatness! millions of false eyes Act 4, Sc. I. Abhor. Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Pro. If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's apparel fits your thief. Act 4, Sc. 2. Isab. Duke. 'Tis a physic, That's bitter to sweet end.-Act 4, Sc. 6. Laws for all faults, But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes As much in mock as mark.-Act 5, Sc. I. Mari. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; THE COMEDY OF ERRORS. Ant. S. He that commends me to mine own content, I to the world am like a drop of water Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:--Act 1, Sc. 2. |