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, DESPAIR. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, A beam to hang thee on; or would'st thou drown thyself, Put but a little water in a spoon, 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, * Moisture. 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, APPROACH OF DEATH. It is too late; the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain [house,) MADNESS OCCASIONED BY POISON. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow room; Poison'd,-ill fare:-dead, forsook, cast off: Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course ENGLAND INVINCIBLE IF UNANIMOUS. England never did (nor never shall) Sky. And we snall 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, 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, Think not, the king did banish thee; The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence strew'd; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more For gnarlingt sorrow hath less power to bite + Growling THOUGHTS INEFFECTUAL TO MODERATE O, who can hold a fire in his hand, Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, What reverence he did throw away on slaves; As 'twere, to banish their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an oyster wench; A brace of draymen bid-God speed him well, With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;- 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 wont 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 PROGNOSTICS OF WAR. The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, 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 sense;. But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way: * Pictures. |