the fountain from the which my current runs, patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,— W. SHAKESPEARE 685 Ion. Adr. ION-ADRASTUS T is most true; IT thou sparedst my life, and therefore do the gods ordain me to this office, lest thy fall seem the chance forfeit of some single sin, I have none on earth. If thou hast courage, end me! strike the blow and, kneeling thus, submit me to his power. T. N. TALFOURD 686 'M fallen so low, have grown so poor withal, I'M faust recall to thee our childhood's years, must ask thee payment of a debt incurr'd 687 688 K. H. Oft have I stood, and-yet thou saw'st it never- N° CATILINE TO THE CONSPIRATORS OBLE confederates, thus far is perfect. at the assembly for the choosing consuls, your fortunes and mine own. Meanwhile, all rest have bound up brooks and rivers, forced wild beasts that, when the sudden thaw comes, we may break I KING HENRY VI-QUEEN MARGARET MUSE, my lord of Gloster is not come: 'tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. Q. M. Can you not see? or will ye not observe the strangeness of his alter'd countenance? with what a majesty he bears himself; how insolent of late he is become, how proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself? that all the court admir'd him for submission: 689 690 and passeth by with stiff unbowéd knee, BEGGARY W. SHAKESPEARE KNOWELL TO BRAINWORM RT thou a man, and sham'st thou not to beg, A to practise such a servile kind of life? Why, were thy education ne'er so mean, Either the wars might still supply thy wants, is eaten with the rust of idleness. Now, afore me, whate'er he be, that should while thou insist 'st in this loose desperate course, L ARCITA TO PALAMON IN PRISON B. JONSON ET'S think this prison holy sanctuary, to keep us from corruption of worse men: we are an endless mine to one another; we are, in one another, families; I am your heir, and you are mine; this place is our inheritance; no hard oppressor dare take this from us; here with a little patience or prayers to the gods; a thousand chances, J. FLETCHER 691 Cyn. H Str. 692 EULOGY OF A GOOD WIFE CYNANCHE-STRAZZA How it now, my lord OW fares it now, my dear lord and husband? for the sweet food of thy divine advice. Let no man value at a little price a virtuous woman's counsaile: her winged spirit O what a treasure is a virtuous wife, if he be glad, she triumphs: if he stirre, she mooves his way: in all things his sweet ape: all store without her, leaves a man but poore; and with her, poverty is exceeding store. G ROMEO TO BALTHASAR G. CHAPMAN IVE me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning see thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: upon thy life I charge thee, is, partly, to behold my lady's face: but chiefly to take thence from her dead finger in dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:— and strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs. than empty tigers or the roaring sea. W. SHAKESPEARE 693 694 GREATNESS STILL LIABLE TO FEAR DISTU ISTURBED thoughts drive me from company, and dry my marrow with their watchfulness; continual trouble of my moody brain feebles my body by excess of drink, and nips me as the bitter north-east wind and he but pines among his delicates whose troubled mind is stuff'd with discontent. I HAD a husband once who loved me; now he ever wears a frown upon his brow: and yet I cannot hate.-O! there were hours when I could hang for ever on his eye; and Time, who stole with silent swiftness by, strewed, as he hurried on, his path with flowers. I loved him then: he loved me too; my heart still finds its fondness kindle, if he smile: the memory of our loves will ne'er depart; and though he often stings me with a dart venom'd and barbed, and wastes upon the vile caresses which his babe and mine should share, though he should spurn me, I will calmly bear his madness; and should sickness come, and lay |