The mouths, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men At duty, more than I could frame employment; They never flatter'd thee: What hast thou given ON GOLD. O, thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce [Looking on the Gold. Twixt natural son and sire; Thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, To every purpose; O, thou touch* of hearts! TIMON TO THE THIEVES. Why should you want? Behold the earth hath roots; *For touchstone. 1 Thief. We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts, and birds, and fishes. Tim. Nor on the beasts themselves, the birds, and fishes; You must eat men. Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profess'd; that you work not In holier shapes: for there is boundless theft In limited* professions. Rascal thieves, Here's gold: Go, suck the subtle blood of the grape, More than you rob: take wealth and lives together; ON HIS HONEST STEWARD, Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, One honest man,-mistake me not,-but one: Methinks thou art more honest now, than wise; Thou might'st have sooner got another service: For many so arrive at second masters, ACT V. PROMISING AND PERFORMANCE. Promising is the very air o' the time: it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use To promise is most courtly and fashionable: perform ance is a kind of will or testament, which argues & great sickness in his judgment that makes it. WRONG AND INSOLENCE. Now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease; TITUS ANDRONICUS. ACT I. MERCY. WILT thou draw near the nature of the gods?' Draw near them then in being merciful: Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Thanks, to men THANKS. Of noble minds, is honourable meed. ACT II. INVITATION TO LOVE. The birds chant melody on every bush; The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun; The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind, And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground; Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit, And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, * The doing of that we said we would do. Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, The wandering prince of Dido once enjoy'd, may, Of lullaby, to bring her babe asleep. DESCRIPTION OF A MELANCHOLY VALLEY. A barren detested vale, you see, it is: The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, And, when they show'd me this abhorred pit, Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. DESCRIPTION OF A RING. Upon his bloody finger he doth wear LAVINA AT HER LUTE. Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue, Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them; He would have dropp'd his knife, and fell asleep, ACT III. LAVINA'S LOSS OF HER TONGUE DESCRIBED. O, that delightful engine of her thoughts, That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence, Is torn from forth that pretty, hollow cage: Where, like a sweet melodious bird, it sung Sweet varied notes, enchanting every ear! DESPAIR. For now I stand as one upon a rock. Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, TEARS. When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd. CRUELTY TO INSECTS. Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother How would he hang his slender gilded wings, And buz lamenting doings in the air! Poor harmless fly! That with his pretty buzzing melody, [him. Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd REVENGE. Lo, by thy side where Rape, and Murder, stand Now give some 'surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come, and be thy wagoner, And whirl along with thee about the globes. * Orpheus. |