Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain : My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth Let him do his spite : My services, which I have done the signiory, Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize Who sets me else? by heav'n, I'll throw at all: To answer twenty thousand such as you. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe : Out-swell the cholic of puff'd Aquilon : Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; Thou blow'st for Hector. DEFORMITY. Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them. DEFORMITY.-DELAY.-DEPUTY. But I,-that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Why, love foreswore me in my mother's womb : DELAY. Omission to do what is necessary 1 Away towards Salisbury; while we reason here, 0 my good lord, that comfort comes too late ; That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;" DEPUTY. A substitute shines brightly as a king, 57 We have with special soul, Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love; Of our own power. DESPAIR. I'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o'the world were now undone. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, May hang no longer on me. O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The hearts There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. For now I stand as one upon a rock, Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Beyond the infinite and boundless reach If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam And it shall be as all the ocean, I pull in resolution: and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, Let order die, And let this world no longer be a stage, They have ty'd me to a stake; I cannot fly, Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world I do, to spite the world. And I another, So 60 DESPAIR.-DETERMINATION.-DEW. So cowards fight, when they can fly no further; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. DETERMINATION. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; -Although The air of paradise did fan the house, Bear my greeting to the senators, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, I have given suck and know How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn And that same dew, which sometimes on the buds I must go seek some dew-drops here, |