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Dabbled in blood; and lie shriek'd out aloud,
Clarence is come-fake, fleeting,1 perjured Clarenci
That ttabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;
Seize on him, furies, take him L> your torments I
With that, methought a legion of foul fiends
Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
I trembling waked, and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell:
Such terrible impression made my dream.

Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you;
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it

Clar. 0 Brakcnbury, I have done these things,—
That now give evidence against my soul,
For Edward s sake, and see how he requites me!

0 God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,
But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,

Vet execute thy wrath on me alone:

O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!

Klthard III., Act I. Scene IV.

FALL OF CARDINAL WOLSEY.

Cardinal Wolsey, after his fall from the favor of Henry VIII., thus solik> qrtiies, and afterwards confers with his servant Cromwell.—

Wolsey. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness 1
This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him:
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost;
And,—when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a ripening,—nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory;
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Wear)', and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye;

1 feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched
Is that poor mau that hangs on princes' favors!
There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Never to hope again.—

Enter Cromwell, amazeaiy.
Why, how now, Cromwell?

Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.

WoL . What, amazed

At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder

I ftttttrt 1* the Mine ns changing ildes.

A great man should decline 1 Nay, and you weep,

I am fallen indeed.

Crom. How does your grace 1

Wol. 'Why, well;

Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.

I know myself now; and I feel within me

A peace above all earthly dignities,

A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me,

I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders,

These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would sink a navy, too much honor:

0 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.

Cram. I am glad, your grace has made that right use of it.

Wol. I hope I have; I am able now, methinks,
(Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)
To endure more miseries, and greater far,
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
What news abroad 1

Crom. The heaviest, and the worst,

Is your displeasure with the king.

Wol. God bless him!

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol. That's somewhat sudden:

But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' favor, and do justice
For truUi's sake, and his conscience; that his bones,
When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em!1
What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news indeed.

Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne,

Whom the king hatfi in secrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
Going 10 chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. 0 Cromwell,
The king has gone beyond me, all my glories
In that one woman I have lost for ever:
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;

1 am a poor fallen man, unworthy now

To be thy lord and master: Seek the king;

That sun I pray may never set! I have told him

What, and how true thou art; he will advance thee;

Some little memory of ine will stir him,

(I know his noble nature,) not to let

Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell,

1 The chancellor U the general guncltnn of orvhani.

Neglect him not, make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom. 0 my lord,

Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.—
The king shall have my service; but my prayers
For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.

WoL Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me
Out of thy honest truth to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And,—when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of,—say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolsey,—that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor,—
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition; >
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve Uie king;

And, Pr'ythee, lead me in:

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny; 'tis the king's; my robe,

And my integrity to heaven, is all

I dare now call mine own. 0 Cromwell, Cromwell,

Had I but served my God with half the zeal

I served my king, he would not in mine age

Have left me naked to mine enemies.*

Crom. Good sir, have patience.

WoL So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

Unry rill. Act III. Scene II.

QUEEN MAB, THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES.3

0, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes

1 Ambition here means ■ criminal and inordinate ambition, that endeavors to obtain honors by die. bonest mean*. * Tills sentence Whs really uttered by Wolsey.

* "The Imagery which Shakspeare has employed In describing the persons, manners, and occupations of the rallies, will be deemed not less Ills peculiar offspring, nor Inferior In beauty, novelty, ■DC wudncss of painting, to that which tbe magic of his pencil has dtfVused over every other part of the visionary world/'—Droit.

In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomics,
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:
Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
The collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm,
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers,
And in this state she gallops night by night,
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream;
Which oft the angry Mnb with blisters plagues,
Because their *breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:
And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail,
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then dreams he of another benefice!
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neclc,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,1
Of healths five fathom deep ;2 and then, anon,
Drums in his ear. at which he starts and wakes;
And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again. This is that very Mnb
, That plats the manes of horses in the night;
And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs
Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.

Rwnto and Jul*!, Act I. Scene FV.

LIFE AND DEATH WEIGHED.

To be, or not to be, that is the question :— Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to sutler The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them? To die,—to sleep,— No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die;—to sleep;— To sleep!—perchance to dream;—ay, there's the rub; For iti mat sleep of death what dreams may come,

! Swords made o'SpaniKh steel were thought the beit.
* That Is, drinking detyty each other** health.

When we have shuffled oft" this mortal coil,1

Must give us pause:—There's the respect2

That makes calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud kan's contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin 1 Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,—

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns,—pozzies the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment,

With this regard, their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action. •

UamUl, Act III. Scene I

MERCY.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice bless'd;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
HU sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.
But mercy is above the scepter'd sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this—
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for .nercy;
And that same prayer doth teash us all to render
The deeds of mercy.

Merchant of Venice, Act IV. Scene L

ACTrvrrr Necessary To Keep Fame Bright.8

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:

1 Turmoil, bustle 1 There's the consideration.

• This Admirable speech of Ulysses to Achilles, to Induce him to leave his tent, and come again Into the field of action, though not much read. Is scarcely Inferior to any thin* In Suakapcarc.

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