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And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose , arid pouch on side:
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pines
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all.
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes , sans taste, sans every thing,


Chap. XII .

The Entry ofBolingbroke and Richard into London.

Duke and Duchess of York.

Duck.LXxr lord, you told me, you would tell

the rest When weeping made you break the story off Of our two cousins coming into London.

York. Where did I leave?

Duch. At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands, from window-tops. Threw dust and rubbish on king Richard's head.

York. Then, as I said , the duke , great Bolingbroke , Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed , Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, With slow , but stately pace , kept on his course -; While all tongues cried, God save thee, B olin

broke! You would have thought the very windows spake. So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eye» Upon his visage ; and that all the walls With painted imag'ry had said at once, Jesu preserve thee! welcome Bolingbroke! Whilst he, from one side to the other turning,

Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespoke them thus: I thank you, eountrymen: -And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.

Duck. Alas! poor Richard, where rides he the

York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men ,
After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next, *

Thinking his prattle to be tedious:
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyel
Did scowl on Richard ; no man crv'd, God save

No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
But dust was thrown upon his sacred head;
Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off ,
(His face still combating with tears and smiles ,
The badges of his grief and patience)
That had not God, for some strong purpose, steei'd
The hearts of men,they must perforce have melted,
And barbarism itself have pitied him.
But Heaven hath a hand in these events ,
To whose high will we bound our calm contents.


Chap. XX.


Xieason thus with life: v

If I do lose thee , I do lose a thing

That none but fools would reck: a breath thou art.

Servile to all the skiey influences,

That do this habitation , -where thou keep'st,

Hourly afflict ; merely thou art death's fool;

For him thou labour'st by thy ilight to shun,

And yet runn'st tow'rd him still. Thou art not

noble; For all th' accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness : thou art by no means v&*

liant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork

Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly f'ear'st
Thy death , which is no more. Thou'rt not thyself;
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains ,
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get;-
And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
After the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor;
For , like an ass , whose back -with ingots bows.
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloadeth thee. Friend thou hast none;
For thy own bowels , which do call thee sire ,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins ,
Do curse the Gout, Serpigo , and the Rheum ,
For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youtk

nor age;
But as it were an alter dinner's sleep,'
Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Of palsisd Eld ; and when thou'rt old and rich ,
Thou hast neither heat , affection., limb , nor

bounty , To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.


Chap. XXI.
Hotspur's Description of a Fop.

JL do remember , when the fight was done ,
"When I was dry with rage , and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword ,
Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd;
Fresh as a bridegroom , and his chin , new reap'd,
Shew'd like a stubble land at harvest home.
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held


A pouncet box , which ever and anon

He gave his nose, and Look't away again;

Who therewith angry, when it next came there,

Took it in snuff.—And still he smil'd, and talk'd 5

And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by ,

He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,

To bring a slovenly , unhandsome corse

Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

With many holiday and lady terms

He questioned me : amongst the rest demanded

My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf,

I then , all smarting with thei wounds; being gall'd

To be so pester'd with a popinjay,

Out of my grief, and my impatience ,

Answer'd , neglectingly , I know not what!

He should, or should not ; for he made me mad ,

To see him shine »o brisk, and smell so sweet,

And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds; (Cod save the

mark) And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth, , Was parmacity, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly: and but for these vile guns, He would hamself have been a soldier.


Chap. XXII.

Clarence's Dream.

Clarence and Brckenbury.

Brnk. W Hy looks your grace so heavily to day,

Clar. 0 ! I have pass'd a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That as I am christian faithful man ,
1 would not spend another such a night,

Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days;
So full of dismal terror was the time.

Brak. What was your dream , my Lord ; I pray you tell me.

Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Tow'r, And -was enibark'd to cross to Burgundy, And in my company my brother Gio'ster; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches. Thence we look'd tow'rd England, And cited up a thousand heavy times During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we pass'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches , Methought that Gio'ster stumbled , and in falling Struck me (that sought to stay him) overboard , Into the tumbling billows of the main: Lord, Lord, methought what pain it was to drowrj What dreadful noise of waters in my ears! W^hat sights of ugly death within mine eyes! I thought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon: Wedges of gold , great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones , unvalued jewels; Some lay in dead men's sculls : and in those holes "W^here eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes , reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.

Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death, To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?

Clar. Methought I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost; but still the envious flood Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth To find the empty , vast, and wand'ring air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk, W^hich almost burst to belch it in the sea.

Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony?

Clar. No, no; my dream was lengthen'd after life:

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