Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, RICHARD STARTING OUT OF HIS DREAM. Give me another horse,―bind up my wounds,― Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.— O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!— The light burns blue.-It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? CONSCIENCE. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe. RICHARD'S ADDRESS BEFORE THE BATTLE. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: RICHARD'S BEHAVIOUR AFTER AN ALARUM. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him:A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! KING HENRY VIII. TO climb steep hills, ACT I. ANGER. Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like A full hot-horse; who being allow'd his way, ACTION TO BE CARRIED ON WITH RESOLUTION. If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be The Chronicles of my doing,-let me say, 'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake* That virtue must go through. We must not stint Our necessary actions, in the fear To copet malicious censurers; which ever, That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further For our best act. If we shall stand still, New customs, NEW CUSTOMS. Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. ACT II. THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM'S PRAYER FOR THE KING May he live Longer than I have time to tell his years! Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be! DEPENDENTS NOT TO BE TOO MUCH TRUSTED BY GREAT MEN. This from a dying man receive as certain: Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, Be sure, you be not loose: for those you make friends Encounter. And give your hearts to, when they once perceive A loss of her, A GOOD WIFE. That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years THE BLESSINGS OF A LOW STATION. 'Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, And wear a golden sorrow. QUEEN KATHARINE'S SPEECH TO HER HUSBAND. Alas, sir, In what have I offended you? what cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness, Yea, subject to your countenance: glad, or sorry, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends He were mine enemy? what friend of mine Against your sacred person, in God's name, QUEEN KATHARINE'S SPEECH TO CARDINAL WOLSEY. You sign your place and calling, in full seeming,* KING HENRY'S CHARACTER OF QUEEN KATHARINE. ACT III. QUEEN KATHARINE ON HER OWN MERIT. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak myself, Since virtue finds no friends,)—a wife, a true one? A woman (I dare say without vain glory,) Never yet branded with suspicion? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king? lov'd him next heav'n? obey'd him? Almost forgot my prayers to content him? * Appearance. + Speak out thy merits. Bring me a constant woman to her husband, QUEEN KATHARINE COMPARED TO A LILY. Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish. OBEDIENCE TO PRINCES. The hearts of princes kiss obedience, OUTWARD EFFECTS OF HORROR. Some strange commotion Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts; His eye against the moon: in most strange postures FIRM ALLEGIANCE. Though perils did Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and Should the approach of this wild river break, EXTERNAL EFFECTS OF ANGER. What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafed lion Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him; Then makes him nothing. FALLING GREATNESS. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, Steps. |