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By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,

Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down Steeples, and moss-grown towers.

K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 3, s. 1.

THE ELOQUENCE OF WOE.

O, PARDON me, thou piece of bleeding earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,

That ever liv'd in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-

Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ;-
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;
Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,

That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds :
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havock, and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men groaning for burial.

JULIUS CAESAR, A. 3, s. 1.

THE EVIL POWER.

K. RICHARD. As I intend to prosper, and repent,

So thrive I in my dangerous attempt

Of hostile arms! myself, myself confound!
Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours!
Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!
Be opposite all planets of good luck

To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,
Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,

I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!
In her consists my happiness, and thine;
Without her, follows to myself, and thee,
Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul,
Death, desolation, ruin, and decay :
It cannot be avoided, but by this;
It will not be avoided, but by this.
Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,)
Be the attorney of my love to her.

Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:
Urge the necessity and state of times,
And be not peevish found in great designs.
Q. ELIZABETH. Shall I be tempted of the
devil thus ?

K. RICH. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do
good.

Q. ELIZ. Shall I forget myself, to be myself? K. RICH. Ay, if your self's remembrance wrong yourself.

Q. ELIZ. But thou didst kill my children.
K. RICH. But in your daughter's womb I
bury them:

Where, in that nest of spicery, they shall breed
Selves of themselves to your recomforture.

Q. ELIZ. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

K. RICH. And be a happy mother by the deed.

Q. ELIZ. I go.-Write to me very shortly, And you shall understand from me her mind. K. RICH. Bear her my true love's kiss, and so farewell.

[Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZABETH. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!

K. RICHARD III., A. 4, s. 4.

THE KING'S LEGACY-EXPERIENCE. K. HENRY. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow?

WARWICK. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

K. HEN. The prince hath ta'en it hence :— go, seek him out.

Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose

My sleep my death ?

Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.

[Exit WARWICK.

This part of his conjoins with my disease,

And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things

you are!

How quickly nature falls into revolt,

When gold becomes her object!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their

brains with care,

Their bones with industry,

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up

The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts, and martial exercises: When, like the bee, tolling from every flower The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,

We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.-
Re-enter WARWICK.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long,
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?
WAR. My lord, I found the prince in the
next room,

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
K. HEN. But wherefore did he take away
the crown?

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY. Lo, where he comes,-Come hither to me, Harry:

Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

[Exeunt CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, Lords, &c.

P. HENRY.

speak again.

I never thought to hear you

K. HEN. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:

I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.

Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair,

That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine

honours

Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee.

Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few
hours,

Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:

Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assur'd of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.

What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyself;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,
Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form,
Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity!
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors,
hence!

And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!

Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your

scum:

Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:

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