this murder had not come into my mind: apt, liable to be employed in danger, I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death; made it no conscience to destroy a prince. Hub. My lord,— 621 K.J. Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, when I spake darkly what I purposéd; or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, as bid me tell my tale in express words; deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, and consequently thy rude hand to act the deed, which both our tongues held vile to name.— my nobles leave me; and my state is braved, this kingdom, this confíne of blood and breath, between my conscience and my cousin's death. the dreadful motion of a murderous thought; is yet the cover of a fairer mind, than to be butcher of an innocent child. K.J. Doth Arthur live? O, haste thee to the peers, W. SHAKESPEARE URE I am mortal, the daughter of a shepherd; he was mortal, and she that bore me mortal: prick my hand, and it will bleed; a fever shakes me, and the selfsame wind that makes the young lambs shrink makes me a-cold: my fear says I am mortal. Yet I have heard, (my mother told it me, and now I do believe it,) if I keep my virgin-flower uncropt, pure, chaste, and fair, no goblin, wood-god, fairy, elf, or fiend, satyr, or other power that haunts the groves, shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion through mire and standing pools, to find my ruin. J. FLETCHER 624 WAR NOT A GAME TO BE PLAYED AT BY PRINCES 625 GRE REAT princes have great playthings. Some have played at hewing mountains into men, and some at building human wonders mountain-high. shortlived themselves, t' immortalize their bones. and make the sorrows of mankind their sport. WHY ANTONY WHY was I framed with this plain honest heart, which knows not to disguise its griefs and weakness, 626 627 but bears its workings outward to the world? With how secure a brow and specious form he guilds the secret villain! Sure that face was meant for honesty: but heaven mismatched it, J. DRYDEN WALLENSTEIN TO MAX. PICCOLOMINI T that time did I take thee in my arms, AT and with thy mantle did I cover thee: I was thy nurse: no woman could have been to do for thee all little offices, however strange to me: I tended thee till life returned; and when thine eyes first opened, to thee! They all were aliens: thou wert our child and inmate. Max.! thou canst not leave me; it cannot be; I may not, will not think that Max. can leave me. HE S. T. COLERIDGE from Schiller PROMETHEUS E told the hidden power of herbs and springs, and Disease drank and slept. sleep. Death grew like He taught the implicated orbits woven of the wide-wandering stars; and how the sun the pale moon is transformed, when her broad eye he taught to rule, as life directs the limbs, the tempest-wingéd chariots of the ocean, and the Celt knew the Indian. Cities then were built and through their snow-like columns flowed the warm winds, and the azure æther shone, and the blue sea and shadowy hills were seen. Prometheus gave to man, for which he hangs P. B. SHELLEY 628 LADY MACBETH AFter reading HER HUSBAND'S 629 G LETTER LAMIS thou art and Cawdor; and shalt be what thou art promised:-yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk o' human kindness to catch the nearest way: thou would'st be great, art not without ambition; but without the illness should attend it: what thou would'st highly, that would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, that which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; W. SHAKESPEARE PIERRE TO JAFFIER URSE thy dull stars, and the worse fate of Venice, where there's no trust, no truth; where innocence that's doomed to banishment, came weeping forth, that labour to o'ercome the cloud that loads 'em ; as if they catched the sorrows that fell from her: me. T. OTWAY 630 TO HENRY WRIOTHESLY, Earl of southaMPTON Non fert vllum ictvm illæsa felicitas H E who hath never warr'd with misery, and what they are, in their extremities. of what thou art, had'st thou not been undone; more fame, than thy best fortunes could have done: for ever by adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration; and all the fair examples of renown out of distress and misery are grown. 631 Not to be unhappy is unhappiness, and misery not to have known misery: for the best way unto discretion, is the way that leads us by adversity: and men are better shewed what is amiss by th' expert finger of calamity, than they can be with all that fortune brings, who never shows them the true face of things. How could we know that thou could'st have endur'd, have look'd stern death and horrour in the face! |