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Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds,Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft, I did but dream.O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!The lights burn blue.-It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself?
O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.
RICHARD'S ADDRESS BEFORE THE BATTLE.
A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
RICHARD'S BEHAVIOUR AFTER AN ALARUM.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; '
King Henry VIII.
To climb steep hills,
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
ACTION TO BE CARRIED ON WITH RESOLUTION.
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be
The chronicles of my doing,-let me say,
"Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake* That virtue must go through. We must not stint +
Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope* malicious censurers; which ever,
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
For our best act. If we shall stand still,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM'S PRAYER FOR THE KING.
MAY he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!
DEPENDENTS NOT TO BE TOO MUCH TRUSTED BY GREAT MEN.
This from a dying man receive as certain: Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, Be sure you be not loose: for those you make friends, And give your hearts to, when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye.
A GOOD WIFE.
A loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
THE BLESSINGS OF A LOW STATION.
'Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
QUEEN KATHARINE'S SPEECH TO HER HUSBAND.
In what have I offended you? what cause
And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness,
Ever in fear to kindle your dislike,
Yea, subject to your countenance: glad, or sorry, As I saw it inclin'd. When was the hour,
I ever contradicted your desire,
Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends
He was from thence discharg'd? Sir, call to mind
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
QUEEN KATHARINE'S SPEECH TO CARDINAL WOLSEY. You are meek, and humble-mouth'd; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming *, With meekness and humility: but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride. You have, by fortune, and his highness' favours, Gone slightly o'er low steps; and now are mounted Where powers are your retainers: and your words, Domestics to you, serve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you, You tender more your person's honour, than Your high profession spiritual.
KING HENRY'S CHARACTER OF QUEEN KATHARINE. That man i' the world, who shall report he has A better wife, let him in nought be trusted, For speaking false in that: Thou art, alone, (If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,
Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,— Obeying in commanding,-and thy parts Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out †,) The queen of earthly queens.
QUEEN KATHARINE ON HER OWN MERIT.
HAVE I liv'd thus long-(let me speak myself,
Have I with all my full affections
Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him?
+ Speak out thy merits.