Terrestrials Ecosystems

The better part of valour is discretion. That's meat and drink to me, now. Those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you; I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment.

He has eaten me out of house and home. What's mine is yours and what is yours is mine. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. But doth he know that I am in this forest, and in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?

What's mine is yours and what is yours is mine. Yes, so please your Majesty. I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her-for indeed he was mad for her, and talk'd of Satan, and of Limbo, and of Furies, and I know not what. Yet I was in that credit with them at that time that I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things which would derive me ill will to speak of; therefore I will not speak what I know. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay; And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection. It is my only suit, Provided that you weed your better judgments Of all opinion that grows rank in them That I am wise.

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1. Forest
   • To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight.
   • If he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you off; I overheard him and his practices.
2. Desert
   • By the pricking of my thumbs, Indeed, my lord.
   • The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
   • My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
3. Biodiversity
   • It was Greek to me.
   • The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for, And he shall surety me.
   • But for this lord Who hath abus'd me as he knows himself, Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him. I thank it.
   • More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs.
   • MMore, I prithee, more. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can nowhere find him like a man.
   • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you.
   • I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment.

Text created with Shakespeare Ipsum SI, made on September 2020