472 . The hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces.

19-iv. 1.

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473
I took him for the plainest harmless't creature,
That breath'd upon the earth a Christian;
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded
The history of all her secret thoughts :
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue.

24-iii. 5.

474
So finely bolted* didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and best endued,t
With some suspicion.

20-ii. 2.

475 Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. I

5-i. 2.

476 In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. 37-i. 1.

477 Thou art a traitor and a miscreant! Too good to be so, and too bad to live; Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. 17-i. 1.

478 The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him.

479
If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

33-iv. 6. 480

You play the spaniel, 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.

25-v. 2. 481

Think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind,* grow mischievous.

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; Why hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering

34-iv. 2.

484 Correction and instruction must both work, Ere this rude beast will profit.

5-iii. 2.

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

30-i. 2.

486 Tetchyt and wayward was thy infancy; [rious; Thy school days, frightful, desperate, wild, and fuThy 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.

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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.

17-v. 3.

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

27-iy. 3.

489

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

22-iii. 2.

490
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.

Poems.

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

15-V. 4.

492
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.

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I will weep for thee; 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 aspect of his
Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast.

16-iy. 2.

494

Thus do all traitors ; It their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself. 10-i. 3.

495

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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.

22-iii. 2.

496
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward;
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!

16-iii. 1. 497

An inhuman wretch,
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

9_iv. I.

498
Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow'd,
For he's disposed as the hateful raven.
Is he a lanıb? his skin is surely lent him,
For he's inclined as are the ravenous wolves,
Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit?

22-iii. 1. 499

'Tis not impossible,
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,
In all his dressings,t characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain.

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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.t

6ii. 1.

501

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

1-i. 2. 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 you envious courses, men of malice; You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, In time will find their fit rewards.

25-iii. 2.

503 Mark the flcers, the gibes, and notable scorns, That dwell in every region of his face. 37-iv. 1.

504 Show me thy humble heart, and not thy knee, Whose duty is deceivable and false. 17-ii. 3.

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

6_V. 1.

506 And am I then a man to be beloved ? O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!

23-iii. 2.

507 Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.

30—iii. 11.