Quotes from Thomas Kyd

I list not trust the air With utterance of our pretence therein, For fear the privy whisp'ring of the wind Convey our words amongst unfriendly ears, That lie too open to advantages.

Canst paint a doleful cry?

Under feigned jest Are things conceal'd that else would breed unrest.

VICEROY OF PORTUGAL. ...My late ambition hath distain'd my faith; My breach of faith occasion'd bloody wars; Those bloody wars have spent my treasure; And with my treasure my people's blood; And with their blood, my joy and best belov'd My best belov'd, my sweet and only son. O, wherefore went I not to war myself The cause was mine; I might have died for both: My years were mellow, his but young and green; My death were natural, but his was forc'd.

Nor dies Revenge although he sleep awhile, For in unquiet, quietness is feigned, and slumbering is a common worldly wile.

Now by the sorrows of the souls in hell, Who first lays hand on me, I'll be his priest

Aye, danger mix'd with jealous despite Shall send thy soul into eternal night!

No, she is wilder, and more hard withal Than beast, or bird, or tree, or stony wall.

Fear shall force what friendship cannot win.