Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,- DESCRIPTION OF THE DUKE OF YORK'S DEATH. He smil❜d me in the face, raught* me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord, Commend my service to my sovereign. So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd; But all my mother came into mine eyes, ACT V. THE MISERIES OF WAR. Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, * Reached. † Ploughshare. To deracinate is to force up the roots.. GLORY is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, ACT V. MARRIAGE. Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.* For what is wedlock forced, but a hell, A RESOLVED AND AMBITIOUS WOMAN. FOLLOW I must, I cannot go before, *By the discretional agency of another 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 HUSBAND WHEN DOING PENANCE. 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. curse A plague upon them! Wherefore should I them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many signs of deadly hate, As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave: My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words: Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint: My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract: 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. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.O, go not yet!-Even thus two friends condemn'd Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Lother a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee! Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: DYING WITH THE PERSON BELOVED PREFERABLE TO PARTING. If I depart from thee, I cannot live: And in thy sight to die, what were it else, But like a plea ant slumber in thy lap? Here could I breathe my soul into the air, As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, Dying with the mother's dug between its lips. 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? |