Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my EXPEDITION. Come,-I have learn'd, that fearful comme Is leaden servitor to dull delay; Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggar QUEEN MARGARET'S EXPROBATION. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my fortu I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted quee The presentation of but what I was, The flattering indext of a direful pageant, One hear'd a high to be hurl'd down below: A mother only mold with two fair babes; A dream of w ast; a garisht flag, y placed at the be 161 ESOLUTION. neither know say, gh brake pust not stint ever, Further do best, is rst as oft, still, carp'd at, sit, or sit 1 And I with tears do wash the blood away. ACT II. THE DUKE OF YORK IN BATTLE. Methought, he bore him* in the thickest troop, As doth a lion in a herd of neat;t Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs; See, how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!‡ How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love! THE MORNING'S DAWN. This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light; What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day, or night. THE BLESSINGS OF A SHEPHERD's life. O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, * Demeaned himself. † Neat cattle, cows, oxen, &c. Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the sun, when she dismisses him to his diurnal course. So many hours must I take my rest; So many days my ewes have been with young; Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. . ACT III. NO STABILITY IN A MOB. Look, as I blow this feather from my face, A SIMILE ON AMBITIOUS THOUGHTS. Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty; Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; And chides the sea that sanders him from thence, Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way. GLOSTER'S DEFORMITY. Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; . To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size; To disproportion me in every part, Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear whelp, That carries no impression like the dam. And am I then a man to be belov'd? GLOSTER'S DISSIMULATION. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; ACT IV. HENRY VI. ON HIS OWN LENITY. I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears: I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd. |