Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
To our most valiant brother.
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars and intend their death.
Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother.
Help, master, help here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law 'twill hardly come out.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Do as adversaries in law, strive mightily, But eat and drink as friends.
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb;
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
The first thing we do, lets kill the lawyers. Henry Iv
Heaven is above all yet there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
Under what title shall I woo for thee
That God, the law, my honour, and her love
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?
Faith, I have been a truant in the law
And never yet could frame my will to it;
And therefore frame the law unto my will.
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.Close up his eyes and draw the curtain closeAnd let us all to meditation.
Piety and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries
And let confusion live.
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
My good Lord Archbishop, I am very sorry
To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty; but we all are men,
In our own natures frail and capable
Of our flesh; few are angels; out of which frailty
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us,
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
Toward the King first, then his laws, in filling
The whole realm by your teaching and your chaplains-
For so we are inform'd-with new opinions,
Divers and dangerous; which are heresies,
And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end.
The first thing we do, lets kill all the lawyers.
In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and oft, tis seen the wicked prize itself buys out the law but 'tis not so above There is no shuffling, there the action lies in his true nature And we ourselves.
I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own.
Famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back:
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it and take this.
As for your spiteful false objections,
Prove them, and I lie open to the law;
But God in mercy so deal with my soul
As I in duty love my king and country!
That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Now, if these men have defeated the law
and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men they
have no wings to fly from God: war is His beadle, war is His
vengeance; so that here men are punish'd for before-breach of the
King's laws in now the King's quarrel.
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
And for mine too; when law can do no right,
Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong;
Law cannot give my child his kingdom here,
For he that holds his kingdom holds the law;
Therefore, since law itself is perfect wrong,
How can the law forbid my tongue to curse?
All this I know, and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy; and if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.
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