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Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
you rent our ancient love asunder,
for it, Though I alone do feel the injury.
Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; (there, At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and Troop home to church-yards.
DEW IN FLOWERS.
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding*; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
HOUNDS. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd*, so sanded; and their heads are hung
ACT V. THE POWER OF IMAGINATION. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compactt: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, [heaven; Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
SIMPLICITY AND DUTY For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.
Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his service perishing.
MODEST DUTY ALWAYS ACCEPTABLE.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed To greet me with premeditated welcomes; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, * The flews are the large chaps of a hound.
' + Are made of mere imagination.
Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears,
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with wearý task fordone*. Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
PEACE INSPIRES LOVE.
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is.
. D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, And tire the hearer witb a book of words: If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; And I will break with her, and with her father, And thou shalt have her: Was't not to this end, That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?
Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, That know love's grief by his complexion! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader
than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity: Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once*, thou lov'st; And I will fit thee with the remedy. I know we shall have reveling to night; I will assume thy part in some disguise, And tell fair Hero I am Claudio; And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart.
FRIENDSHIP IN LOVE.
Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into bloodt.
MERIT ALWAYS MODEST.
It is the witness still of excellency, To put a strange face on his own perfection, * Once for all.
think to marry:
BENEDICT THE BACHELOR'S RECANTATION. This can be no trick: The conference was sadly borne".—They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections have their full bent. Love me! why it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.—I did never
:- I must not seem proud: Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness: and virtuous;’tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me:-By my troth, it is no addition to her wit;
—nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage:But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour ? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.-Here comes Beatrice: By this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.
FAVOURITES COMPARED TO HONEYSUCKLES.
* Seriously carried on.