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The Pyrenean, and the river Po),
Description of England. That pale, that white-faced shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, And coops
from other lands her islanders, Even till that England, hedg’d in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king.
Description of an English Army. All the unsettled humours of the land, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, To make a hazard of new fortunes here. In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits, Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Did never float
the swelling tide,
that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath?
Description of Victory by the French.
Description of Victory by the English.
English crest, That is removed by a staff of France ; Our colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first march'd forth ; And, like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come
Our lusty English, all with purpled hands,
A complete Lady.
in quest of beauty,
A Woman's fears.
Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears ;
my vex'd spirits, I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day.
Signs of Grief What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine
that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? Then speak again ; not all thy, former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true.
A Mother's fondness for her Child.
Constance's reproaches to the Archduke of Austria.
O Lymoges ! O Austria thou dost shame That bloody spoil : thou slave, thou wretch, thou
coward; Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon
side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety ; thou art perjured, too, And sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? Been sworn my soldier ? bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide! doff* it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs. King John's Conspiracy with Hubert to Murder Prince
I had a thing to say,–
I have of thee. * Put it off.