Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, 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, 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, They often feel a world of restless cares: 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! Clean overblown, themselves, the conquerors, ACT III. THE VANITY OF TRUST IN MAN. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! 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, Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; EXPEDITION. Come,-I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Is leaden servitor to dull delay; Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary: Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! QUEEN MARGARET'S EXPROBATION. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my fortune; The flattering indext of a direful pageant, * Merciless. + Indexes were anciently placed at the beginning of books. + Flaring. 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; Having no more but thought of what thou wert, 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. RICHMOND'S PRAYER. 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. AUT I. TO climb steep hills, ANGER. Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like |