Episode 21

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy,
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood
(Winter’s Tale)

… this top-proud fellow,
Whom from the flow of gall I name not -- but
From sincere motions, by intelligence,
And proofs --as clear as founts in July when
We see each grain of gravel, -- I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.
(King Henry VIII)

…. at what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt,
To swear (for) or against you?
(King Henry VIII)

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villainy is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocence.
(King John)

The time shall not be many hours of age
More than it is, ere foul sin gathering head
Shalt break into corruption.
(King Richard II)

…And worse it may be yet: the worst is not,
So long as we can say 'This is the worst’
(King Lear)

Phrynia and Timandra: Give us some gold, good Timon: hast thou more?
Timon: Enough to make a whore forswear her trade,
And for a bawd to make more whores…
Phrynia and Timandra: Well, more gold: what then?
Believe't, that we'll do any thing for gold.
(Timon of Athens)

What is this quintessence of dust – man delights not me, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
(Hamlet)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good cape on lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
(As You Like It).

Quote to Guess
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.