479

If you were born to honour, shew it now; If put upon you, make the judgment good That thought you worthy of it.

480

You play the spaniel,

33-iv. 6.

And think with wagging of your tongue to win me;
But, whatsoe'er thou tak❜st me for, I am sure
Thou hast a cruel nature.

481

Think him as a serpent's egg,

25-y. 2.

Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind," grow mis

chievous.

29-ii. 1.

482

A serviceable villain,

As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,

As badness would desire.

34-iv. 6.

483

Milk-liver'd man!

That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering.

484

Correction and instruction must both work,

Ere this rude beast will profit.

485

34-iv. 2.

5-iii. 2.

Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch.

486

Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;

30-i. 2.

[rious;

Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and fu-
Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous;
Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred.
24-iv. 4.

487

Fear, and not love, begets his penitence;
Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove
A serpent, that will sting thee to the heart.

488

17-v. 3.

Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee hard in't.

489

Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny
Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.

490

27-iv. 3.

22-iii. 2.

Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd,
That th' unexperienced gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubim above them hover'd.

491

None serve with him but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too.

492

Poems.

15-v. 4.

What shall I say to thee, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
Thou that did'st bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold-
Would'st thou have practised on me for thy use?
'Tis so strange,

That, though the truth of it stands off as gross
As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it.

For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like

*

Another fall of man.

20-ii. 2.

493

The image of a wicked heinous fault

Lives in his eye; that close aspéct of his

Does shew the mood of a much-troubled breast.

16-iv. 2.

494

10-i. 3.

Thus do all traitors;

If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself.

495

Came he right now? to sing a raven's note,
Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren,
By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
Can chase away the first conceived sound?
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words.

496

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward;

22-iii. 2.

Thou little valiant, great in villany!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by

To teach thee safety!

497

An inhuman wretch,

Uncapable of pity, void and empty

From any dram of mercy.

498

16-iii. I.

9-iv. 1.

Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd,
For he's disposed as the hateful raven.

Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
For he 's inclined as are the ravenous wolves,
Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit ?

499

'Tis not impossible,

22-iii. 1.

But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,

q

In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain.

5—v. 1.

P Just now.

9 Habits and characters of office.

500

His gift is in devising impossible" slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany."

6-ii. 1.

Abhorred slave;

501

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill.

502

Now I feel

Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,―envy.
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,
As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton
Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin!
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;

1-i. 2.

You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, In time will find their fit rewards.

503

25-iii. 2.

Mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,

That dwell in every region of his face.

504

37-iv. 1.

Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
Whose duty is deceivable and false.

505

Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes;
That, when I note another man like him,

17-ii. 3.

I

may avoid him.

506

6-v. 1.

And am I then a man to be beloved?

O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!

508

There is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour.

509

Being fed by us, you used us so

As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,"
Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest;
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,

36-ii. 2.

That even our love durst not come near your sight, For fear of swallowing.

510

Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

511

A devil, a born devil, on whose nature

18-v. 1.

24-iv. 2.

Nurturet can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,

So his mind cankers.

512

A fearful eye thou hast: Where is that blood,
That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks?
So foul a sky clears not without a storm.

513

1-iv. 1.

16-iv. 2.

His face, though full of cares, yet shew'd content;

So mild, that Patience seem'd to scorn his woes.

An humble gait, calm looks, eyes wailing still,
A brow unbent, that seem'd to welcome woe;
Cheeks neither red nor pale, but mingled so
That blushing red no guilty instance gave,
Nor ashy pale the fear that false hearts have.
But, like a constant and confirmed devil,
He entertain'd a show so seeming just,

"The cuckoo's chicken, who being hatched and fed by the sparrow, in whose nest the cuckoo's egg was laid, grows in time able to devour her nurse.

Education.