ACT V. A LOVER IN SOLITUDE. How use doth breed a habit in a man! And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, LOVE UNRETURNED. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv❜dt, When women cannot love where they're belov❜d. INFIDELITY IN A FRIEND. Who should be trusted now, when one's right Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, REPENTANCE. Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven nor earth. INCONSTANCY IN MAN. O heaven! were man [hand But constant, he were perfect: that one error WINTER'S TALE. ACT I. YOUTHFUL INNOCENCE. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'the sun, Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, FONDNESS OF A FATHER FOR HIS CHILD. Leon. Are you so fond of your young prince Do seem to be of ours? If at home, sir, [as we Pol. *Setting aside original sin. JEALOUSY. Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? With the pin and web*, but theirs, theirs only, REGICIDES DETESTABLE. To do this deed, Promotion follows: If I could find example ACT II. KNOWLEDGE SOMETIMES HURTFUL. There may be in the cup A spidert steep'd, and one may drink; depart, The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known * Disorders of the eye. + Spiders were esteemed poisonous in our author's time. How he hath drank, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts*. ELOQUENCE OF SILENT INNOCENCE. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. EXPOSING AN INFANT. Come on, poor babe: Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, ACT III. INNOCENCE. Innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. DESPAIR OF PARDON. But, O thou tyrant! Do not repent these things; for they are heavier DESCRIPTION OF A GHOST APPEARING IN A DREAM. I have heard (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead * Heavings. May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Sometimes her head on one side, some another; I never saw a vessel of like sorrow, So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me: I pr'ythee call't; for this ungentle business, I did in time collect myself; and thought Dreams are toys: Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously, I will be squar'd by this. Poor wretch, THE INFANT EXPOSED. That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd |