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Enter the KING, frowning on them; takes his seat. GARDINER. Dread sovereign, how much are

we bound to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Not only good and wise, but most religious : One that, in all obedience, makes the church The chief aim of his honour; and, to strengthen That holy duty, out of dear respect, His royal self in judgment comes to hear The cause betwixt her and this great offender. K. HENRY. You were ever good at sudden

commendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence; They are too thin and base to hide offences. To me you cannot reach ; you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win

me; But, whatsoe'er thou tak’st me for, I am sure, Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.-Good man, [to CRANMER] sit down. Now let

me see the proudest He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: By all that's holy, he had better starve, Than but once think this place becomes thee not. SURREY. May it please your grace.

K. HEN. "No, sir, it does not please me. I had thought, I had had men of some under

standing And wisdom, of my council ; but I find none, Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, This good man, (few of you deserve that title) This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy At chamber door? and one as great as you are ? Why, what a shame was this? Did my com

mission

Bid ye so far forget yourselves ? I gave ye
Power as he was a counsellor to try him,
Not as a groom : There's some of ye, I see,
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which ye shall never have, while I live.
CHANCELLOR.

Thus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur

pos’d Concerning his imprisonment, was rather (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, And fair purgation to the world, than malice; I am sure, in me.

K. HEN. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. I will say thus much for him, If a prince May be beholden to a subject, I Am, for his love and service, so to him. Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; Be friends, for shame, my lords.—My lord of

Canterbury, I have a suit which you must not deny me; That is, a fair young maid that yet wants bap

tism : You must be godfather, and answer for her. CRANMER. The greatest monarch now alive

may glory In such an honour; How may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble subject to you?

K. HENRY VIII., A. 5, s. 2.

A HAPPY CONSCIENCE THE

BRİGHTEST OF SUNS.
K. RICHARD. Who saw the sun to-day?

RATCLIFF.

Not I, my lord.
K. RICH. Then he disdains to shine; for,

by the book,
He should have brav'd the east an hour ago :
A black day will it be to somebody.-
Ratcliff.
Rat. My lord ?

K. RICH. The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would, these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me,
More than to Richmond ? for the self-same

heaven, That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him.

K. RICHARD III., 1. 5, s. 3.

A MAN REAPS WHAT HE SOWS.

PAROLLES. Good monsieur Lavatch, give my lord Lafeu this letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.

Clown. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it smell so strong as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.

PAR. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath most cruelly scratched.

LAFEU. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long

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under her. There's a quart d'ecu for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, A. 5, s. 2.

A MIND DISTURBED IS A MIND

DISEASED.

TRIFLES, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.
The Moor already changes with my poison :-
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons,
Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste;
But, with a little act upon the blood,
Burn like the mines of sulphur.—I did say so:-
Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor man-

dragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

OTHELLO, A. 3, s. 3.

A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS.

BASSANIO. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, How much I have disabled mine estate, By something showing a more swelling port Than my faint means would grant continuance: Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd From such a noble rate; but my chief care Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, Wherein my time, something too prodigal, Hath left me gaged: To you, Antonio, I owe the most, in money, and in love;

And from your love I have a warranty
To unburthen all my plots, and purposes,
How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
ANTONIO. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me

know it;
And, if it stand, as you yourself still do,
Within the eye of honour, be assur'd,
My purse, my person, my extremest means,
Lie all unlock’d to your occasions.
Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost

one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by advent'ring

both, I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof, Because what follows is pure innocence. I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth, That which I owe is lost: but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, As I will watch the aim, or to find both, Or bring your latter hazard back again, And thankfully rest debtor for the first. Ant. You know me well; and herein spend

but time, To wind about my love with circumstance; And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong, In making question of my uttermost, Than if you had made waste of all I have : Then do but say to me what I should do, That in your knowledge may by me be done, And I am prest unto it: therefore, speak.

Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left, And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, Of wond'rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyes

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