Lear. Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou shewest thee in a child, Than a sea-monster.

Glo. What paper were you reading?

Edm. Nothing, my lord.

Glo. No? What need then is that terrible despatch of it into your pocket? the quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself.

Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place mistook, To set thee here?

Edg. Give me thy arm; Poor Tom shall lead thee.

Act II. Scene IV.

Act IV. Scene I.

Lear. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.

Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!-O, you are men of stones;

Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vault should crack ;-O, she is gone for

ever.

Act V. Scene III.

Mon. There shall no figure at such rate be set,

As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.

Sam. Nay, as they dare; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Romeo. Good morrow, father!

Friar. Benedicite!

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Act II. Scene III.

Juliet. Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee!

Act IV. Scene III.

Romeo. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.

Act III. Scene V.

Romeo. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,

Act V. Scene 1.