That love, you beg of me, I cannot give ; He, that doth clip or counterfeit your stamp, You break a greater honour than yourself. Tho' not enacted with your Highness' hand; Made by the mouth of God, seal'd with his hand. Whether she will hear a wanton's tale or no : From that, not from my liege, I turn away. * King. Whether is her beauty by her words divine? Or are her words sweet chaplains to her beauty? Like as the wind doth beautify a sail, And as a sail becomes the unseen wind, So do her words her beauties, beauties words. Coun. He hath sworn me by the name of God 30 To break a vow made by the name of God. What if I swear by this right hand of mine To cut this right hand off? the better way Were to profane the idol, than confound it. Flattery. -O Thou World, great nurse of flattery, Why dost thou tip men's tongues with golden words And poise their deeds with weight of heavy lead, That fair performance cannot follow promise? O that a man might hold the heart's close book And choke the lavish tongue, when it doth utter 40 The breath of falsehood, not character'd there ! Sin, worst in High Place. An honourable grave is more esteemed, Is sin, and subornation; deck an ape In tissue, and the beauty of the robe Adds but the greater scorn unto the beast; Dark night seems darker by the lightning flash ; The shame is treble by the opposite. XX. (G.) THE WARS OF CYRUS: A TRAGEDY. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. Dumb show exploded. Chorus (to the Audience). -Xenophon Warrants what we record of Panthea. It is writ in sad and tragic terms, May move you tears; then you content our Muse, Or needless antics, imitations, Or shows, or new devises sprung o' late; As trash of their tradition, that can bring Nor instance nor excuse: for what they do,* * So I point it; instead of the line, as it stands in this unique copy Nor instance nor excuse for what they do. The sense I take to be, what the common playwrights do (or shew by action-the "inexplicable dumb show" of Shakspeare-), our Chorus relates. The following lines have else no coherence. |