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And I did never ask it you again :
sick service had a prince.
you put out mine eyes ? These eyes, that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you?
Alas, what need you be so boist'rous rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone still. For heaven's sake Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly: Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to. Is there no remedy? Hub.
None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven !--that there were but a mote in A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, [yours, Any annoyance in that precious sense ! Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Your vile intent must needs seem horrible.
PERFECTION ADMITS OF NO ADDITION.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
In this, the antique and well-noted face Of plain old form is much disfigured: And, like a shifted wind unto a sail, It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; Startles and frights consideration; Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected, For putting on so new a fashion'd robe.
THE COUNTENANCE OF A MURDERER.
This is the man should do the bloody deed; The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much-troubled breast.
A STRUGGLING CONSCIENCE.
The colour of the king doth come and go, Between his
purpose and his conscience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set: His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
Old men, and beldams, in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And when they talk of him they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear;
And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist;
THE EVIL PURPOSES OF KINGS TOO SERVILELY
EXECUTED. It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life: And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon
humour than advis'd respect*. A VILLAIN'S LOOK, AND READY ZEAL. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done! Hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quotedt, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, This murder had not come into my mind. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed ;
* Deliberate consideration.
Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face,
my tale in express words; [off, Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown Put but a little water in a spoon, [thyself, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up.
A MAN IN TEARS.
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
and makes me more amaz'd
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.
the drums: and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest.
Do but start
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, Foretell the ending of mortality.
MADNESS OCCASIONED BY POISON,
bowels crumble I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
up to dust: