To take the one the other, by some chance, Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: And other of such vinegar aspéct, eyes, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Y. YEOMAN. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here The mettle of your pasture: let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. END OF PART THE FIRST. SHACKELL AND ARROWSMITH, JOHNSON'S-COURT. |