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As bid me tell my tale in express words;
Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off,
And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me.

HYPOCRISY.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;*
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorses and innocency.

DESPAIR,
If thou didst but consent
To this most cruel act, do but despair,
And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
That ever spider twisted from her womb
Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be
A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown

thyself,
Put but a little water in a spoon,
And it shall be as all the ocean,
Enough to stifle such a villain up.

ACT V.

A MAN IN TEARS.
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks;
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation:
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figurd quite o’er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away this storm:
Commend these waters to those baby eyes,
That never saw the giant world enrag'd;
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossipping.
* Moisture.

† Pity.

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DRUMS.

Strike up the drums: and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest.

Do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at kand a drum is ready brac'd,
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine;
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin’s* ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder.

APPROACH OF DEATH.

It is too late; the life of all his blood
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain [house,)
(Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-
Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,
Foretell the ending of mortality.

MADNESS OCCASIONED BY POISON.
Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow room;
It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
That all my bowels crumble up to dust:
I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
Upon a parchment; and against this fire
Do I shrink up,
Poison'd,-ill fare:--dead, forsook, cast off:
And none of you

will bid the winter come,
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
Through my burn'd bosom; nor entreat the north
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips
And comfort ine with cold.

ENGLAND INVINCIBLE IF UNANIMOUS.
England never did (nor never shall)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror;
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
Come the three corners of the world in arms,

* Sky.

And we spall shock them: Nought shall make us

rue, If England to itself do rest but true.

KING RICHARD II.

ACT I.

REPUTATION.

THE purest treasure mortal times afford,
Isspotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

COWARDICE.
That which in mean men we entitle-patience,
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

CONSOLATION UNDER BANISHMENT.
All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
There is no virtue like necessity.
Think not, the king did banish thee;
But thou the king: Wo doth the heavier sit,
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go, say—I sent thee forth to purchase honour,
And not the king exil'd thee: or suppose,
Devouring pestilence hangs in our air,
And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com’st,
Suppose the singing birds, musicians;
The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence

strew'd; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more Than a delightful measure, or a dance: For gnarlingt sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. • Presence chamber at court. # Growling

THOUGHTS INEFFECTUAL TO MODERATE

AFFLICTION.
0, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow,
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
0, no! the apprehension of the good,
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.

POPULARITY.
Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green,
Observ'd his courtship to the common people:-
How he did seem to dive into their hearts,
With humble and familiar courtesy;
What reverence he did throw away on slaves;
Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of smiles,
And patient underbearing of his fortune,
As 'twere, to banish their affects with him.
Off
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his bonnet to an oyster wench; A brace of draymen bid_God speed him well, And had the tribute of his supple knee, With--Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

ACT II. ENGLAND PATHETICALLY DESCRIBED. This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise; This fortress, built by nature for herselt, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world: This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands.

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England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was woni to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

GRIEF.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so: For sorrow's eye, glaz'd with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perspectives,* which, rightly gaz'd upon, Show nothing but confusion; ey'd awry, Distinguish form.

HOPE DECEITFUL.

I will despair, and be at enmity
With cozening hope; he is a flatterer,
A parasite, a keeper-back of death,
Who gently would dissolve the hands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.

PROGNOSTICS OF WAR.

The bay-trees in our country are all witherd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful chang Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap.

ACT III.

APOSTROPHE TO ENGLAND.

As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting: So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sensę:. But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way:

* Pictures.

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