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To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks;
In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire
York. Then, as I said, the Juke, great Bolingbroke,Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which bis aspiring rider seem'd to know,With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course, While all tongues cried--God save thee, Bolingbroke! You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage; and that all the walls, With painted imag'ry f, had said at once,* Passed.
+ Be even with them. # Tapestry hung from the windows.
Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!
Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while?
York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent * on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That bad pot God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Who are the violets now, That strew the green lap of the new-come spring ?
A SOLILOQUY IN PRISON. I have been studying how I may compare This prison, where I live, unto the world: And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it;-Yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul, the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world t; In humours, like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves,That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
* Carelessly turned. + His own body.
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars,
King Henry IV.
PEACE AFTER CIVIL WAR. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in stronds * afar remote. No more the thirsty Erinnys t of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flow'rets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, Which,—like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
Strands, banks of the sea. + The fury of discord.
All of one nature of one substance, bred-
KING HENRY'S CHARACTER OF PERCY, AND OF HIS
SON PRINCE HENRY. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st me sin In envy that my lord Northumberland Should be the father of so bless'd a son: A son who is the theme of honour's tongue; Amongst a grove, the very staightest plant; Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride: Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, See riot and dishonour stain the brow Of my young Harry.
PRINCE HENRY'S SOLILOQUY. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness: Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But, when they seldom come, they wish’d-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By bow much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes *;
And, like bright metal on a sullen* ground,
HOTSPUR'S DESCRIPTION OF A FINICAL COURTIER.
+ A small box for musk or other perfumes. Parrot.