Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. K. HENRY VI., PART II., A. 3, s. 2. I THE GOOD QUEEN'S HOUR OF WILL, when you are humble; nay, before, Induc'd by potent circumstances, that I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul, Refuse you for my judge: whom, yet once more, My lord, my lord, You sign your place and calling, in full seeming Where powers are your retainers: and your words, Domesticks to you, serve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you, You tender more your person's honour, than K. HENRY VIII., A. 2, s. 4. THE GOOD QUEEN MOTHER'S SIR, I most humbly pray you to deliver In which I have commended to his goodness The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her! Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Is, that his noble grace would have some pity A right good husband, let him be a noble; And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them. The last is, for my men ;-they are the poorest, But poverty could never draw them from me ;That they may have their wages duly paid them, And something over to remember me by; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, And able means, we had not parted thus. These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord, As By that you love the dearest in this world, you wish christian peace to souls departed, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king To do me this last right. Remember me In all humility unto his highness: Say, his long trouble now is passing Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell, My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, You must not leave me yet.-I must to bed; Call in more women.-When I am dead, good wench, Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over With maiden flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, Then lay me forth; although unqueen'd, yet like A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. K. HENRY VIII., A. 4, s. 2. THE GREAT DOOM'S IMAGE. O HORROR! horror! horror! Tongue, nor heart, Confusion now hath made his master-piece! Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight Ring the alarum-bell:-Murder! and treason! To countenance this horror! MACBETH, A. 2, s. 3. THE LABOUR OF DRUNKENNESS. ANTONY. Strike the vessels, ho! Here is to Cæsar. CESAR. I could well forbear it. It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, And it grows fouler. ANT. Be a child o'the time. had rather fast From all four days, than drink so much in one. What would you more ?-Pompey, good night. Good brother, Let me request you off: our graver business Frowns at this levity.-Gentle lords, let's part; You see, we have burnt our cheeks: strong Enobarbe Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue Splits what it speaks: the wild disguise hath almost Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 2, s. 7. THE GREAT LAMENTING THE GREAT. O MIGHTY Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? As Caesar's death's hour; nor no instrument With the most noble blood of all this world. Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, No place will please me so, no mean of death, The choice and master spirits of this age. JULIUS CAESAR, a. 3, s. 1. |