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But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail! Still would her touch the scene prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She called on Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope, enchanted, smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair.
XIII.-HOPE OF GOOD TIDINGS.
O Hope, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch
XIV.-HATRED CURSING THE OBJECT HATED.
Poison be their drink!
XV.HATRED OF A RIVAL IN GLORY.
He is my bane, I cannot bear him;
XVI.ANGER AND THREATENING.
Lear.-Kent, on thy life, no more.
Kent.-Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad.
Lear.—Hear me, rash man!—on thy allegiance hear me.
XVII.-NARRATIVE IN SUPPRESSED ANGER.
My liege, I did deny no prisoners,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd,
his nose, and took't away again ;
guns, and drums, and wounds (heav'n save the mark!)
lord, I answer'd indirectly as I said, And I beseech you, let not his report, Come current for an accusation, Betwixt my love and your high majesty.—Henry IV.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.--Merchant of Venice.
I KNOW not: if they speak but truth of her These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such bavoc of my means, Nor my bad life 'reft me so much of friends, But they shall find awak'd in such a kind, Both strength of limb and policy of mind, Ability in means, and choice of friends To quit me of them thoroughly.
Much Ado about Nothing,
Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!—But, gentle heaven, Cut short all intermission: front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Within my sword's length set him; Heaven forgive him too!
if he 'scape,
above our heads Staying for thine to keep him company, And thou, or I, or both, shall follow him.
Romeo and Juliet.
XXII.REPROACHING WITH STUPIDITY AND INGRATITUDE.
WHEREFORE rejoice? What conquest brings he home ? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! Oh, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew
ye not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have
you climb'd up to walls and battlements,