Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
This battle fares like to the morning’s war,
When dying clouds contend with growing light,
What time the shepherd,
In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me, you say it wearies you.
NowHyperbaton is the winter of our discontentMetaphor
Made glorious summerMetaphor by this sonParonomasia of York,
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of Alliterationpainted pomp?
Admit no other way to save his life—
As I subscribe not that, nor any other—
Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Romans, countrymen, and lovers,Exordium hear me for my cause,
And let us swear our resolution.
No, not an oath!
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
What you would work me to,
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a ColossusSimile, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs,
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune
from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may beParallelism.
Ha! Not for the wide world.
You kill me to deny it.
Hear him but reason in divinity,
And all-admiring, with an inward wish
You would desire the King were made a prelate;
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes;Parallelism and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle’sBathos.
Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin.Alliteration & Parallelism
Signior Antonio, many a time and oftHendiadys
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances.
Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth,
Muffle your false love with some show of blindness:
Let not my sister read it in your eyeHyperbaton;
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to noneParallelism. Be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use,
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the livingParallelism, Alliosis & Ellipsis.
Therefore I pray you lead me to the caskets
To try my fortune. By this scimitar
That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince,