I know not what the success will be, my
lord, but the attempt I vow.
I am out o’ friends, madam, and I hope to have
friends for my wife’s sake.
“Till I have no wife I have nothing in France.”
Nothing in France until he has no wife.
Thou shalt have none,
But O, strange men,
That can such sweet use make of what they hateHyperbaton
When saucy trusting of the cozened thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night!
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill togetherMetaphor: our virtues would be proud,
How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses!Irony
And how mightily some other times we drown our gain in tears!
A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
I prithee do not strive against my vows.
I was compelled to her, but I love thee
By love’s own sweet constraint,
Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he isEpistrophe?
There can be no kernel in this light nutMetaphor; the soul of this man is his clothes.
Sir, it is
A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
We’ll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
To th’ extreme edge of hazard.
Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
Little Helen, farewell. If I can remember
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.