MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

Thyself and thy belongings

Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,

Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike

As if we had them not.

touch'd,

Spirits are not finely

But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor —

Both thanks and use.

Act i. Sc. I.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted.

Act i. Sc. 5.1

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win,

By fearing to attempt.

Act i. Sc. 5.1

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

Act ii. Sc. I.

1 Act i. Sc. 5, White, Singer, Knight. Act i. Sc. 4, Cambridge, Dyce, Staunton.

Measure for Measure continued.]

This will last out a night in Russia,

When nights are longest there.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once;
And he that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy.
Act ii. Sc. 2.

O! it is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

But man, proud man,

Drest in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,

His glassy essence, like an angry ape,

Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven, As make the angels weep.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

That in the captain 's but a choleric word,

Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Our compell'd sins

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Stand more for number than for accompt.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Act iii. Sc. I.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.

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Act iii. Sc. I.

Servile to all the skyey influences.

Palsied eld.

Act iii. Sc. I.

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
Act iii. Sc. I.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.
Act iii. Sc. I.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,

That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise

To what we fear of death.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Take, O, take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day,

Act iii. Sc. I.

Lights that do mislead the morn ;

But my kisses bring again, bring again,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.1

Act iv. Sc. I.

1 This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2, of Beaumont and

Measure for Measure continued.]

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

'Gainst the tooth of time,

And razure of oblivion.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Act v. Sc. I.

My business in this state

Made me a looker-on here in Vienna.

Act v. Sc. I.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults.

Act v. Sc. I.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. Act v. Sc. I.

THE COMEDY OF ERRORS.

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

Act i. Sc. I.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.

Act ii. Sc. I.

One Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain,

A mere anatomy.

Act v. Sc. I.

A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch,

A living dead man.

Act v. Sc. I.

Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional

stanza:

Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

A skirmish of wit between them. Act i. Sc. 1.

The gentleman is not in your books.

Act i. Sc. I.

Benedick the married man.

Act i. Sc. I.

As merry as the day is long.

Act ii. Sc. I.

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.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever;

To one thing constant never.

One foot in sea and one on shore;

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sits the wind in that corner?

Shall quips, and sentences, and these paperbullets 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. Act ii. Sc. 3.