ACT V. A MAN IN TEARS. Let me wipe off this honourable dew, But this effusion of such manly drops, DRUMS. Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest. 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. * Sky. 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) And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. KING RICHARD II. ACT I. REPUTATION. THE purest treasure mortal times afford, COWARDICE. That which in mean men we entitle-patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. CONSOLATION UNDER BANISHMENT. All places that the eye of heaven visits, But thou the king: Woe doth the heavier sit, Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour, usiofi And thou art flying to a fresher clime. The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence * strew'd; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more For gnarling + sorrow hath less power to bite THOUGHTS INEFFECTUAL TO MODERATE AFFLICTION. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, POPULARITY. Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, * Presence-chamber at court. + Growling. What reverence he did throw away on slaves; ACT II. ENGLAND PATHETICALLY DESCRIBED. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This fortress, built by nature for herself, England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds; That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. GRIEF. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so: For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like perspectives*, which, rightly gaz'd upon, HOPE DECEITFUL. I will despair, and be at enmity PROGNOSTICS OF WAR. E TAX The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad, and ruffians and leap.. ans dance a ACT III. 'APOSTROPHE TO ENGLAND. As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears, and smiles in meeting; So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense: But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies : And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder; Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.-Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords; This earth shall have a feeling, and these stones Pictures. |