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Sce. ii.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love It ; but to stubborn spirits
They swell and grow as terrible as storms. (1)
My lord, we have
Stood observing him Some strange commotion
Is in his : he his lip, and starts ;
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Then lays his finger on his temple : straight,
Springs out into fast gait ; then stops again,
Strikes his breast heard ; and annon, he casts
His eye against the moon ; in most strange postures
We have seen him set himself. (2 108
Act. iv. Sce. ii.
Men's evil manners live in brass : ; their virtues
We write in water. 109
Act. v. Sce, iii.
Men that make
Envy and crooked malice nourishment
Dare bite the best. 110
