Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Life every man holds dear; but the dear man As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, And only that I stand for. Rightly to be great, Is, not to stir without great argument; But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, Honour, but of danger wins a scar, As oft it loses all. By Jove I am not covetous of gold, my For Brutus is an honourable man, desires: In his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe What is that you would impart to me? The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace and from these shoulders, A load would sink a navy, too much honour: HOPE. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. The miserable hath no other medicine, But only hope.. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, The ample proposition, that hope makes A cause on foot Lives so in hope, as in an early spring We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, There is a credence in my heart, An esperance so obstinately strong That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears; HOPE.-HORSEMANSHIP.-HOSPITALITY. 113 Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it I will despair, and be at enmity Who gently would dissolve the bonds of life, HORSEMANSHIP. I saw young Harry with his beaver on, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. HOSPITALITY. My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality. I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making, 'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. Now, good digestion wait on appetite; HUMILITY. Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, I will not do 't: Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Whip me such honest knaves. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman. Signor Anthonio, many a time, and oft Often to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. HUNTING. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, But, up to the mountains; And we will fear no poison, which attends O, this life Is nobler, than attending for a check; Wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds will make the welkin answer them, We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Of hounds and echo in conjunction. To-morrow, an it please your majesty, To hunt the panther and the hart with me, My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, |