ACT II. GOD'S GOODNESS EVER TO BE REMEMBERED. Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done. THE DUCHESS OF GLOSTER'S REMONSTRANCE TO HER For, whilst I think I am thy married wife, ACT III. SILENT RESENTMENT DEEPEST. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason. A GUILTY COUNTENANCE. Upon thy eyeballs murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. DESCRIPTION OF A MURDERED PERSON. See, how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,‡ Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again. * Wrapped up in disgrace; alluding to the sheet of penance. + Deep-fetched. A body become inanimate in the common course of nature; to which violence has not brought a timeless end. But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; A GOOD CONSCIENCE. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted. Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. REMORSELESS HATRED. A plague upon them! Wherefore should I curse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, Ay, , every joint should seem to curse and ban: And even now my burden'd heart would break, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! Their sweetest shade, a grove of cyprus trees! Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks! Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings! Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss; And boding screech-owls make the concert full! All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell. Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Though standing naked on a mountain top, PARTING LOVERS. And banished I am, if but from thee. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: DYING WITH THE PERSON BELOVED PREFERABLE TO PARTING. If I depart from thee, I cannot live: THE DEATH-BED HORRORS OF A GUILTY CONSCIENCE.' Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no?O! torture me no more, I will confess.Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to lock upon him,He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them,-Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul! Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him. ACT IV. NIGHT. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings KENT. Kent, in the commentaries Cesar writ, LORD SAY'S APOLOGY FOR HIMSELF. Justice with favour have I always done; Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could never. When have I aught exacted at your hands, Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you? Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, Because my book preferred me to the king; And-seeing ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,Unless you be possess'd with dev'lish spirits, You cannot but forbear to murder me. KING HENRY VI. PART III. ACT I. THE TRANSPORTS OF A CROWN. Do but think How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. *Pitiful. A HUNGRY LION. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws: And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey; And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder. THE DUKE OF YORK ON THE GALLANT BEHAVIOUR My sons-God knows what hath bechanced them: With this, we charg'd again; but out, alas! A FATHER'S PASSION ON THE MURDER OF A FAVOURITE CHILD. O, tyger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child, To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; That face of his the hungry cannibals [blood: Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,-O, ten times more,-than tygers of Hyrcania. See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: This cloth thou dipp'dst in blood of my sweet boy. * i. e. We boggled, made bad, or bungling work of our attempt to rally. |