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Such hideous cries, that with the very noise,
I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell;
Such terrible impression made my dream.
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affiighted you!
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.

Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things— That now give evidence against my soul,

For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me!—
O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,
But thou wilt be aveng' on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone:

O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!

SORROW.

Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.

THE CARES OF GREATNESS.

Princes have their titles for their glories,
An outward honour for an inward toil;
Aud, for my unfelt imaginations,

They often feel a world of restless cares:
So that between their titles and low name,
There's nothing differs but the outward fame.

A MURDERER'S ACCOUNT OF CONSCIENCE.

I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth hun; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him; "Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; It is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live without it,

ACT II.

DECEIT.

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!

SUBMISSION 10 HEAVEN OUR DUTY.

In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

THE DUCHESS OF YORK'S LAMENTATION ON THE MI3FORTUNES OF HER FAMILY.

Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
My husband lost his life to get the crown;
And often up and down my sons were tost,
For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss:
And being seated, and domestic broils

Clean overblown, themselves, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves: brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self 'gainst self; O, préposterous
And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen;
Or let me die to look on death no more!

ACT III.

THE VANITY OF TRUST IN MAN.

O momentary grace of mortal men,

Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast:
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

CONTEMPLATION.

When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.

ACT IV.

DESCRIPTION OF THE MURDER OF THE TWO YOUNG PRINCES IN THE TOWER.

The tyrannous and bloody act is done;

The most arci deed of piteous massacre,
That ever yet this land was guilty of.

Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn
To do this piece of ruthless* butchery,
Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
Melting with tenderness and mild compassion,
Wept like two children, in their death's sad story.
O thus quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,—
Thus, thus, quoth Forrest girdling one another
Within their alabaster innocent arms;

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay;

Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind;
But, 0, the Devil-there the villain stopp'd;
When Dighton thus told on,--we smother'd
The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd.-
Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse,
They could not speak; and so I left them both,
To bear this tidings to the bloody king.

EXPEDITION.

Come,-I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Is leaden servitor to dull delay;

Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary:
Then fiery expedition be my wing,.

Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!

QUEEN MARGARET'S EXPROBATION.

I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my fortune;
I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen:
The presentation of but what I was,

The flattering indext of a direful pageant,
One heav'd a high to be hurl'd down below:
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes;
A dream of what thou wast; a garish‡ flag,
To be the aim of every dangerous shot;
A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble,
A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.

* Merciless.

+ Indexes were anciently placed at the beginning of books. + Flaring.

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Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers? Where be thy two sons? wherein dost thou joy? Who sues, and kneels, and says-God save the queen? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee? Decline all this and see what now thou art.

For happy wife, a most distressed widow;

For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
For one being sued to one that humbly sues:
For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care;
For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;
For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.
Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about,
And left thee but a very prey to time;

Having no more but thought of what thou wert,
To torture thee the more, being what thou art.

CHARACTER OF KING RICHARD BY HIS MOTHER.

Techy and wayward was thy infancy;

Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and furi

ous;

Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody

ACT V.

HOPE.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

A FINE EVENING.

The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright tract of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

DAY BREAK.

The silent hours steal on,

And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

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RICHMOND'S PRAYER.
O thou! whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
*Touchy, fretful.

Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries!
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes;
Sleeping, and waking, O, defend me still!

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:
Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery Dragons!
Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.

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.

AUT I.

TO climb steep hills,

ANGER.

Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like

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