「The main blaze of it is past, but a samll thing would make it flame again.」
「Every gash was an enemy's grave.」
「Before him he carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears. Death, that dark spirit, in his nervy arm doth lie. Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.」
「Would you have me false to my nature? Rather say I play the man I am.
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I have a heart as little apt as yours, but yet a brain that leads my use of anger to better vantage.」
「You common cry of curs! Whose breath I hate as reeks of the rotten fens, whose loves I prize as the dead carcasses of unburied men that do corrupt my air. I... banish... you! And here remain with your uncertainty. Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts. Your enemies, with nodding of their caps, fan you into despair. Have the power still to banish your defenders, till at length your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, making but reservation of yourselves, still your own foes deliver you as most abated captives to some nation that won you without blows. Despising, for you, the city... thus... I turn my back. There is a world... elsewhere.」
「I would the gods had nothing else to do but to confirm my curses!」
「Our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time. One fire drives out one fire... one nail, one nail. Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.」
「Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment and state of bodies would betray what life we have led since thy exile. Think with thyself. How more unfortunate than all living women are we come hither, since that thy sight, which should make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts... constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow... making the mother, wife, and child to see the son, the husband and the father tearing his country's bowels out. And we must find an evident calamity, though we had our wish, which side should win. For either thou must, as a foreign recreant, be led with manacles through our streets, or else, triumphantly, tread on thy country's ruin, and bear the palm for having bravely shed thy wife and children's blood. For myself... son... I purpose not to wait on fortune till these wars determine. If I cannot persuade thee rather to show a noble grace to both parts than seek the end to one, thou shalt no sooner march to assault thy country than to tread on thy mother's womb... that brought thee to this world. 」
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