Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.

I must be cruel only to be kind.

And you, enchantment, Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too, That makes himself, but for our honor therein, Unworthy thee-if ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't.

I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.