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To fust* in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wis dom,
three parts coward,-I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do;
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and
To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:
SORROWS RARELY SINGLE.
O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
THE DIVINITY OF KINGS.
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person;
DESCRIPTION OF OPHELIA'S DEATH.
Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,' That liberalt shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indu'd
Unto that element: but long it could not be,
HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SCULL.
Grave-digger. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once, this same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? Grave-digger. E'en that.
[Takes the scull.
Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!-I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
* Orchis morio mas. + Ticentious. + Insensible,
her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that.
Lay her i' the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh,
This is mere madness:
And thus awhile the fit will work on him.
When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,1
PROVIDENCE DIRECTS OUR ACTIONS.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends
Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
WHAT is that you would impart to me? Eit be aught toward the general good, et honour in one eye, and death i' the other, nd I will look on both indifferently: 'or, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.
CONTEMPT OF CASSIUS FOR CESAR.
I was born free as Cesar; so were you.
We both have fed as well; and we can both
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Is now become a god; And Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cesar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
† Temperament, constitution.
Like a Colossus: and we petty men
CESAR'S DISLIKE OF CASSIUS.
'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much:
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves na plays.
SPIRIT OF LIBERTY.
I know where I will wear this dagger then: Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong. Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat: