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Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of madmen. Here 's Agamemnon, - - an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails: but he has not so much brain as ear-wax: and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeinghorn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg, to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were nothing he is both ass and ox: To an ox were nothing: he is both ox and ass. Το

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There is not work enough for all our hands;
Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins,
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw

out.

And sheath for lack of sport: let us but blow on them,

The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. "T is positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants,

Who, in unnecessary action, swarm
About our squares of battle, -were enough
To purge this field of such a hilding foe;
Though we, upon this mountain's basis by
Took stand for idle speculation:

But that our honours must not. What's to say?

A very little little let us do,

And all is done. *

Grand. Why do you stay so long, my

lords of France?

Yon island carrions, desperate of their

bones,

Ill-favour'dly become the morning field:
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,
And our air shakes them passing scornfully.
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd
host,

And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch staves in each hand: and their
poor jades

Lob down their heads, dropping the hides
and hips;

CONTENTION.-Let Loose.

North.

The times are wild; contention, like a horse Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,

And bears down all before him.

- Noble.

*

II. IV., 2 pt., I: 1. 774.

Auf. * Here I clip

The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did

The gum down-roping from their pale-dead | Contend against thy valour.

eyes;

And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit

Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motion-
less;

And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
Description cannot suit itself in words,
To demonstrate the life of such a battle
In life so lifeless as it shows itself.

Con. They have said their prayers, and
they stay for death.

Dau.

Shall we go send them dinners,
and fresh suits,

And give their fasting horses provender?
II. V., IV: 2. 843.

CONTENT. — Absolute.
Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven
visits,

Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
R. II., I: 3. 690.
Oth. It gives me wonder great as my
content,

To see you here before me. O my soul's
joy!

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death.

And let the labouring bark climb hills of

seas,

Olympus high; and duck again as low

As hell 's from heaven! If it were now to
die,

"T were now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

O., H: 1. 1502.

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Boling. Methinks, king Richard and myself should

meet

With no less terror than the elements

Of fire and water, when their thund'ring shock

At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.

Be he the fire, I'll be the yielding water:
The rage be his, while on the earth I rain
My waters; on the earth, and not on him.
R. II., III: 3. 703.

-Its Modesty. Fal.

O, I could wish this tavern were my drum! H. IV., 1 pt., III: 3. 751.

-National.

Pem. This once again, but that your highness pleas'd,

Was once superfluous: you were crown'd before,

And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Fresh expectation troubled not the land, With any long'd-for change, or better state. K. J., IV: 2. 665.

CONTEST.- Personal Courage in. Doubtful it stood;

Sold.

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald

(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that, The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles

Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,

Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all 's too weak,

For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,)

Disdaining fortune, with brandish'd steel
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion,

Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the

slave;

And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,

Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,

And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
M., I: 2. 1357.

-Never Envious.

Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

A. Y., III: 2. 421.

- With Small Possessions. Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled

in the court,

And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
This small inheritance, my father left me,
Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by others' waning;
Or gather wealth, I care not with what

envy;

Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,

CONTESTS.-Honorable.

Cit.

Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answer'd blows;

Strength match'd with strength, and power

confronted power:

Both are alike; and both alike we like.
One must prove greatest; while they weigh

So even

We hold our town for neither; yet for both. K. J., II: 2. 653.

-Undetermined.

Bast. *

Cry, havoc, kings: back to the stained field,
You equal potents, fiery-kindled spirits!
Then let confusion of one part confirm
The other's peace; till then, blows, blood,
death!

K. J., II: 2. 653.

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Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring And yet your fair discourse hath been as

face!

Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! wolfish-ravening

lamb!

Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain!—
O, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-
Was ever book, containing such vile matter,
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should
dwell

In such a gorgeous palace!

R. J., III: 2. 1261.

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