Will not you maintain the thing you teach, but prove a chief offender of the same?
For though he seem with forged quaint conceit to set a gloss upon his bold intent yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him.
Go cheerfully together and digest your angry choler on your enemies.
Could I come near your beauty with my nails I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
Make up no factious numbers for the matter, in thine own person answer thy abuse.
'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, that shall be scoured in his rancorous heart that slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
Thy mother took into her blameful bed some stern untutored churl, and noble stock was graft with crab-tree slip, whose fruit thou art.
The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this multitude?
Look in a glass, and call thy image so.
Thy heavy looks foretell some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue.
What strategems, how fell, how butcherly, erroneous, mutinous and unnatural this deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
Ay, such a pleasure as encaged birds conceive, when after many moody thoughts, at last, by notes of household harmony, they quite forget their loss of liberty.
Once more we sit in England's royal throne, repurchased with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen like to autumn's corn have we mowed down in tops of all their pride!
This business asketh silent secrecy.
The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed, but match to match I have encountered him and made a prey for carrion kites and crows even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
Better far, I guess, that we do make our entrance several ways.
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden and choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
Forslow no longer; make we hence amain.
But see, his face is black and full of blood, his eyeballs further out than when he lived, staring full ghastly like a strangled man; his hair upreared, his nostrils stretched with struggling; his hands abroad displayed, as one that grasped and tugged for life and was by strength subdued.
I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
Banish all offence. If you do censure me by what you were, not what you are, I know it will excuse this sudden execution of my will.
What will you do, good greybeard? Break a lance and run a-tilt at death within a chair?
But now the arbitrator of despairs, just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, with sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state, my mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
I will see what physic the tavern affords.
He fables not.
My gracious liege, this too much lenity and harmful pity must be laid aside.
Why droops my lord, like the over-ripened corn hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
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