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And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.

KING HENRY VI.

PART I.

A CT I.
GLORY.

GLoRY is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.

A CT V.
MARRIAGE.
Marriage is a matter of more worth
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship".
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For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,
An age of discord and continual strife?
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And is a pattern of celestial peace.

KING HENRY VI.

PART II,

A RESOLVED AND AMBITIOUS WOMAN. Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,

* By the discretional agency of another.

I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks,
And smooth my way upon their headless necks:
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in fortune's pageant.

A CT II.
GoD's GooDNESS EVER. To BE REMEMBERED.

Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done.

THE DUCHEss of GLosTER's REMONSTRANCE To Hert HUSBAND, when DoING PENANCE.

For, whilst I think I am thy married wife, And, thou a prince, protector of this land, Methinks, I should not thus be led along, Mail'd up in shame", with papers on my back; And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice To see my tears, and hear my deep-fett groans. The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet; And, when I start, the envious people laugh, And bid me be advised how I tread.

A CT III. SILENT RESENTMENT DEEPEST. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason. - A GUILTY COUNTENANCE. Upon thy eyeballs murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. DESCRIPTION OF A MURDERED PERSON.

See, how the blood is settled in his face!

* Wrapped up in disgrace; alluding to the sheet of penance. + oi pen

Oft have I seen a timely parted ghost",
Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless,
Being all descended to the labouring heart;
Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
To blush and beautify the cheek again.
But, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
His eyeballs further out than when he liv'd,
Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: [gling;
His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with strug-
His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
And tugg’d for life, and was by strength subdu'd.
Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking:
His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rug-
Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodg’d.[ged,
It cannot be, but he was murder'd here;
The least of all these signs were probable.

A GOOD CONSCIENCE.

Whatstrongerbreast-platethanaheartuntainted? Thrice is he arm’d, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

REMORSELESS HATRED,

A plague upon them! Wherefore should I curse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many signs of deadly hate,

* A body become inanimate in the common course of nature;

to which violence has not brought a timeless end.

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As lean-fac’d Envy in her loathsome cave:
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words:
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint:
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract:
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burden'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect, murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch, as smart as lizard's stings!
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell.

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Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow.

PARTING LOWERS.

And banished I am, if but from thee. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.— O, go not yet!—Even thus two friends condemn'd Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Loather a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!

Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence; A wilderness is populous enough, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world; And where thou art not, desolation.

DYING WITH THE PERSON BELOVED PREFERABLE TO PARTING.

If I depart from thee, I cannot live: And in thy sight to die, what were it else, But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? Here could I breathe my soul into the air, As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, Dying with mother's dug between its lips.

| THE DEATH-BED HORRORS OF A GUILTY CONSCIENCE,

Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no? O! torture me no more, I will confess.Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him, He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.— Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul!— Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful" day Is crept into the bosom of the sea; And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades That drag the tragic melancholy night; Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.

* Pitiful.

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