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TAE DUCHESS OF GLOSTER'S REMONSTRANCE TO HER
HUSBAND, WHEN DOING PENANCE.
For, whilst I think I am thy married wife,
SILENT RESENTMENT DEEPEST. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason.
A GUILTY COUNTENANCE.
Upon thy eyeballs murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
* Wrapped up in disgrace; alluding to the sheet of penance. † Deep-fetched.
DESCRIPTION OF A MURDERED PERSON.
See how the blood is settled in his face! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost*, Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again. But, see, his face is black, and full of blood; His eyeballs further out than when he liv’d, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man: [gling; His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with strugHis hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd. Look on the sheets, his hair, you see, is sticking; His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, Like to the surmer's corn by tempest lodg’d. It cannot be, but he was murder'd here; The least of all these signs were probable.
A GOOD CONSCIENCE.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he arm’d, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many signs of deadly hate, As lean-fac'd Envy in her loathsome cave: My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words:
* A body become inanimate in the common course of nature; to which violence has not brought a timeless end.
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
THE DEATH-BED HORRORS OF A GUILTY CONSCIENCE.
Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no? 0! torture me no more, I will confess.Alive again? then show me where he is; I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.Comb down his hair; look! look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul! Give me some drink: and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
DYING WITH THE PERSON BELOVED PREFERABLE TO
If I depart from thee, I cannot live: And in thy sight to die, what were it else, But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? Here could I breathe my soul into the air, As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, Dying with mother's dug between its lips.
And banish'd I am, if but from thee. Go, speak not to me; even now be gone.O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Loather a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
Suf. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished, Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. 'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence ; A wilderness is populous enough, So Suffolk had thy heavenly company: For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world; And where thou art not, desolation.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful * day
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
LORD SAY'S APOLOGY FOR HIMSELF.
King Henry VI.
THE TRANSPORTS OF A CROWN,
Do but think,