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THE DUCHESS OF GLOSTER'S REMONSTRANCE TO HER HUSBAND, WHEN DOING PENANCE.
For, whilst I think I am thy married wife,
To see my tears, and hear my deep-fet† groans.
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!
But, see, his face is black, and full of blood;
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? O! 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,
So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
THE gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful * day
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings
Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ,
LORD SAY'S APOLOGY FOR HIMSELF.
Justice with favour have I always done;
Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you?
King Henry VI.
THE TRANSPORTS OF A CROWN.
Do but think,
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.