Enter the KING, frowning on them; takes his seat. GARDINER. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; His royal self in judgment comes to hear Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To me you cannot reach; you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: K. HEN. No, sir, it does not please me. I had thought, I had had men of some understanding And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, This good man, (few of you deserve that title,) This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy At chamber door? and one as great as you are? Why, what a shame was this? Did my com mission Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye CHANCELLOR. Thus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Concerning his imprisonment, was rather K. HEN. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Am, for his love and service, so to him. I have a suit which you must not deny me; That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism : You must be godfather, and answer for her. CRANMER. The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour; How may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble subject to you? K. HENRY VIII., A. 5, s. 2. A HAPPY CONSCIENCE THE BRIGHTEST OF SUNS. K. RICHARD. Who saw the sun to-day? RATCLIFF. Not I, my lord. K. RICH. Then he disdains to shine; for, by the book, He should have brav'd the east an hour ago: Ratcliff RAT. My lord? K. RICH. The sun will not be seen to-day; The sky doth frown and lour upon our army. I would, these dewy tears were from the ground. Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me, More than to Richmond? for the self-same heaven, That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him. K. RICHARD III., A. 5, s. 3. A MAN REAPS WHAT HE SOWS. PAROLLES. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. CLOWN. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering. PAR. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath most cruelly scratched. LAFEU. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her. There's a quart d'ecu for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, A. 5, s. 2. A MIND DISTURBED IS A MIND DISEASED. TRIFLES, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison:Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.—I did say so:Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep OTHELLO, A. 3, s. 3. A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. BASSANIO. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, How much I have disabled mine estate, By something showing a more swelling port Than my faint means would grant continuance: Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd From such a noble rate; but my chief care Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, Wherein my time, something too prodigal, Hath left me gaged: To you, Antonio, I owe the most, in money, and in love; And from your love I have a warranty To unburthen all my plots, and purposes, ANTONIO. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it; And, if it stand, as you yourself still do, BASS. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way, with more advised watch, I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof, ANT. You know me well; and herein spend but time, To wind about my love with circumstance; BASS. În Belmont is a lady richly left, |