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Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,
THE MISERIES OF WAR.
Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.*
For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,
KING HENRY VI.
A RESOLVED AND AMBITIOUS WOMAN
* By the discretional agency of another
HUSBAND WHEN DOING PENANCE.
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 PERSOX. Soe, how the blood is settled in his face! oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, Oi ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, Bring all descended to the labouring heart; Why, 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
# A body become inanimate in the common course of nature; to which violence has not brought a timeless eud.
A GOOD CONSCIENCE.
But, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted.
çurse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, As curst, as barsh, 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,
And banished I am, if but from thee. Go, speak not to mr; even now be gone.0, go not yet !--Even thus two friends condemn'd Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leares, Lother a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell; an i farewell life with thee!
Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; A wilderness is populous enough, So Suffolk haid thy heavenly company: For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every scveral pleasure in the world; And where thou art not, desolation.
DYING WITH THE PERSON BELOVED PREFERABLE TO
Ir I depart from thre, 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 milt and gentle as the cradle-habe, Dying with the mother's lug between its lips. THE DEATH-BED HORRORS OF A GUILTY CONSCIENCE,
Bring me unto any trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, wher they will or no?0! torture me no more, I will confess.Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him,-He hath no eves, the dust haih blinded them,-Comb down his hair; look! look! it stan's upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my wingerd soul!Give me sonie drink; an l bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.