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For aught that ever I could read,
BOTTOM. Let me play the lion too : I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar again, Let him roar again.
QUINCE. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek ; and that were enough to hang us all.
All. That would hang us every mother's son.
BOTTOM. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice
sucking dove : I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day
That very time I saw (but thou couldst not),
* A graceful compliment to Queen Elizabeth is intended in these beautiful lines.
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
I'll put a girdle round about the earth,
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, *
A lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
* “Whereon the wild thyme blows,” is the reading in some editions. The line is often incorrectly quoted thus,
“ Whereon the wild thyme grows."
And, as imagination bodies forth
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
I have no other but a woman's reason ;
Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow,
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Are you content to be our general ?
How use doth breed a habit in a man !
They have been at a great feast of languages, and
stolen the scraps.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
When daisies pied, and violets blue, ,
And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight.
* « Than I made vertue of necessitee."
Chaucer's Squier's Tal., Part 2.
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE.
I am Sir Oracle,
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be landrats, and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves; I mean pirates; and then there is the perils of waters, winds, and rocks.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,