King Richard III. continued.] I,that am rudely stamp'd and want love's majesty Act i. Sc. 1. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Act i. Sc. 2. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Framed in the prodigality of nature. Ibid. Ibid. The world is grown so bad That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. And thus I clothe my naked villany Act i. Sc. 3. With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the Devil. Ibid. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, Act i. Sc. 4. 1 'stol'n forth,' White, Knight. [King Richard III. continued. O Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown! All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Off with his head!1 Act iii. Sc. I. Act iii. Sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast; Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 7. Thou troublest me: I am not in the vein. Act iv. Sc. 2. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. Act iv. Sc. 3. The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. Ibid. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. Tetchy and wayward. Act iv. Sc. 4. Ibid. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. 1 Compare Cibber, p. 263. King Richard III. continued.] Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment. Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. The king's name is a tower of strength. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 3. Give me another horse! - bind up my wounds! Ibid. O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! Ibid. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, Ibid. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. Ibid. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse! Act v. Sc. 4. 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. 1 Compare Cibber, p. 264. KING HENRY VIII. Order gave each thing view. This bold bad man.1 Act i. Sc. 1. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, And wear a golden sorrow. Act ii. Sc. 3. 'Tis well said again; And 't is a kind of good deed, to say well: And yet words are no deeds. Act iii. Sc. 2. And then to breakfast, with What appetite you have. Ibid. I have touch'd the highest point of all my great ness, And from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Ibid. Press not a falling man too far. Ibid. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, 1 See Spenser, Faerie Queene, Book i. Ch, i. St. 37. King Henry VIII. continued.] Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high blown pride Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. And sleep in dull, cold marble. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ibid. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels. Ibid. Ibid. Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee, Corruption wins not more than honesty. Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Ibid. |