Thy death, which is no more. Thou'rt not thyself; For thou exift'ft on many a thousand grains, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor; For, like an afs, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'ft thy heavy riches but a journey, The mere effufion of thy proper loins, Do curfe the Gout, Serpigo, and the Rheum, For ending thee no fooner. Thou haft nor youth nor age; Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth Of palfied Eld; and when thou'rt old and rich, SHAKESPEAR. I CHA P. XXI. HOTSPUR's DESCRIPTION OF A FOP. REMEMBER, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathlefs and faint, leaning upon my sword; Came there a certain Lord, neat, trimly drefs'd; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nofe; and took't away again; With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me: amongst the reft demanded I then, all fmarting with the wounds; being gall'd Out of my grief, and my impatience, Anfwer'd, neglectingly, I know not what: He fhould, or fhould not; for he made me mad, To fee him fhine fo brifk, and smell fo fweet, And talk fo like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds; (God fave the mark) And telling me, the fovereign't thing on earth Was parmacity, for an inward bruife; And that it was great pity, fo it was, Se So cowardly and but for thefe vile guns, He would himself have been a foldier. BRAK. CLARENCE AND BRAKENBURY, HY looks your Grace fo heavily to-day? WHY CLAR. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of ugly fights, of ghaftly dreams, I would not spend another fuch a night, So full of difmal 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 imbark'd to cross to Burgundy, And in my company my brother Glo'fter; Who from my cabbin tempted me to walk Upon the hatchets. Thence we look'd tow'rd England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us. As we pafs'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatchets, Methought that Glo'fter ftumbled, and in falling Struck me (that fought to stay him) over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. Lord, Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noife of waters in my ears! What fights of ugly death within mine eyes! A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Some lay in dead men's fculls; and in thofe holes CLAR. Methought I had; and often did I ftrive BRAK. Awak'd you not with this fore agony ? I pafs'd, methought, the melancholy flood, Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments !". With With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Inviron'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noife I trembling wak'd; and for a seafon after Could not believe but that I was in hell: Such terrible impreflion made my dream. BRAK. No marvel, Lord, that it affrighted you; I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. CLAR. Ah! Brakenbury, I have done thofe things For Edward's fake; and see how he requites me! Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: O fpare my guiltlefs wife, and my poor children! My foul is heavy, and I fain would fleep. CHA P. XXII. QUEEN SHAKESPEAR. MA B. THEN I fee Queen Mab hath been with you. In fhape no bigger than an agate-stone Athwart men's nofes as they lie asleep : Her |