Methinks, nobody should be sad but I: Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me) And with my hand at midnight held your head; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief? These eyes, that never did, nor never shall Alas, what need you be so boist❜rous-rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still. For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nor will I stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Is there no remedy? Hub. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven!—that there were but a mote in A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! [yours, Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible. PERFECTION ADMITS OF NO ADDITION. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish*, In this, the antique and well-noted face It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about: Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, NEWS-BEARERS. Old men, and beldams, in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously: * Decorate. Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist; With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news; Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. THE EVIL PURPOSES OF KINGS TOO SERVILELY It is the curse of kings, to be attended And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law; to know the meaning A VILLAIN'S LOOK, AND READY ZEAL. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted †, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, This murder had not come into my mind. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed; Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, As bid me tell my tale in express words; Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me. * Deliberate consideration. † Observed. HYPOCRISY. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, DESPAIR. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be [self, A beam to hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown thy- And it shall be as all the ocean, ACT V. A MAN IN TEARS. LET me wipe off this honourable dew, But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, And with a great heart heave away this storm: * Moisture. DRUMS. Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest. Do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, APPROACH OF DEATH. It is too late; the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house), Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretel the ending of mortality. MADNESS OCCASIONED BY POISON. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room; Poison'd,-ill-fare;-dead, forsook, cast off: Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course ENGLAND INVINCIBLE IF UNANIMOUS. England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, * Sky. |