For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, I'll forgive you 1; there no remedy? Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven!-that there were but a moat in yours, grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. PERFECTION ADMITS OF NO ADDITON. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, In this, the antique and well noted-face, It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about: Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, THE COUNTENANCE OF A MURDERER. This is the man should do the bloody deed; The image of a wicked henious fault Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast, A STRUGGLING CONSCIENCE. The colour of the king doth come and go, Between his purpose and his conscience, *Decorate. Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set. NEWS BEARERS. Old men, and beldams, in the streets Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. THE EVIL PURPOSES OF KINGS TOO SERVILELY EXECUTED. It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To understand a law; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon humour than advis'd respect.* A VILLAIN'S LOOK, AND READY ZEAL. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted,† and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, This murder had not come into my mind. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed; Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, * Deliberate consideration. + Observed 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, But this effusion of such manly drops, * 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 shall shock them: Nought shall make us THE purest treasure mortal times afford, Is-spotless 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, Think not, the king did banish thee; To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st, 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. |