You love my son; invention is asham'd, See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours, That truth should be suspected: Speak, is't so ? HEL. HEL. Good madam, pardon me. you love my son ? Your pardon, noble mistress! COUNT. Love you my son? HEL. Do not you love him, madam ? COUNT. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose The state of your affection; for your passions Have to the full appeach'd. HEL. Then, I confess, Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your son :— My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love: Be not offended; for it hurts not him, By any token of presumptuous suit; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him; I still pour in the waters of my love, The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, madam, My dearest Let not your hate encounter with my love, Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian To go to Paris? HEL. COUNT. Madam, I had. Wherefore? tell true. HEL. I will tell truth; by grace itself, I swear. You know, my father left me some prescriptions For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me More than they were in note: amongst the rest, There is a remedy, approv'd, set down, To cure the desperate languishes, whereof The king is render'd lost. COUNT. This was your motive For Paris, was it? speak. HEL. My lord your son made me to think of this; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king, COUNT. credit A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools, HEL. There's something hints, More than my father's skill, which was the greatest Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall, for my legacy, be sanctified By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture COUNT. Dost thou believ't? HEL. Ay, madam, knowingly. COUNT. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave, and love, Means, and attendants, and my loving greetings Be GOOD AND EVIL IN NATURE. THE grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels, From forth day's pathway, made by Titan's wheels: Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. None but for some, and yet all different. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. ROMEO AND JULIET, A. 2, s. 3. GOOD BY NATURE. A MOST incomparable man; breath'd, as it were, To an untirable and continuate goodness. TIMON OF ATHENS, A. 1, s. 1. GOOD, IF TENDERED IN LOVE. O, SIR, you are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine: you should be rul'd, and led By some discretion, that discerns your state Better than you yourself. KING LEAR, A. 2, s. 4. GOOD MEN IN POWER REQUIRE THE SYMPATHY OF THEIR FRIENDS. How chance, thou art not with the prince thy brother? He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; Between his greatness and thy other brethren:- Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; |