That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:
A largess universal, like the sun,

His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear.

20-iv. Chorus.

176

His bloody brow

With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes; Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow

Or all, or lose his hire,

177

That Julius Cæsar was a famous man;
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
His wit set down to make his valour live:
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

178

28-i. 3.

24-iii. 6.

The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

Tamer than sleep, fonderk than ignorance;

I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft,

Labouring for destiny, make cruel way

26-i. 1.

Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen

thee,

As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,

Despising many forfeits and subduements,

When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air, Not letting it decline on the declined;1

That I have said to some my standers-by,

Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!

And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in,
Like an Olympian wrestling.

26-iv. 5.

ji.c. His hand covered, or armed, with mail.
1 Fallen.

i Bounty.

k Weaker.

180

To what base uses we may return! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till it find it stopping a bung-hole? As thus, Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth: of earth we make loam And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer barrel?

Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away;
O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!

181

36-v. 1.

I 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

m

He gave his nose, and took 't away again

Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff;-and still he smiled and talk'd;
And, as the soldiers bore 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 question'd me:

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,"

Out of my grief° and my impatience,

Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what;

For he made me mad,

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

And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the

mark!)

mA small box for musk or other perfumes.

n Parrot.

n Pain.

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villainous saltpetre 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 himself have been a soldier.

182

18-i. 3.

O Hero! what a Hero had'st thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart!

183

Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief,

184

His nature is too noble for the world:

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

6--iv. 1.

15-v. 2.

Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his

mouth:

What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;

And being angry, does forget that ever

He heard the name of death.

185

Turn him to any cause of policy,

28-iii. 1.

The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks,
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,

And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences.

186

So much is my poverty of spirit,

So mighty, and so many, my defects,

20-i. 1.

That I would rather hide me from my greatness,—

P Brave.

Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,-
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.

187

20-iii. 6.

A sponge that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. 36-iv. 2.

188

He hath resisted law,

And therefore law shall scorn him farther trial
Than the severity of the public power,

Which he so sets at nought.

189

28-iii. 1.

So cowards fight when they can fly no farther;
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

190

23-i. 4.

That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war:
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable;
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Cried fame and honour on him.

191

4-v. 1.

To seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.

192

28-ii. 2.

The common people swarm like summer-flies:
And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun?

23-ii. 6.

193

They do prank them in authority,
Against all noble sufferance.

194

28-iii. 1.

How smooth and even they do bear themselves!
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,

Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty.

195

He's loved of the distracted multitude,

20-ii, 2.

Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
But never the offence.

196

Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
And as the air blows it to me again,
Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust;
Such is the lightness of you common men.

197

He, that depends

Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,

36-iv. 3.

23-iii. 1.

[ye?

And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust
With every minute you do change a mind;
And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile, that was your garland.

198

Why, had your bodies

28-i.1.

No heart among you? Or had you tongues, to cry Against the rectorship of judgment?

199

He that trusts you,

28-ii. 3.

Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the sun.

28-i. 1.