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Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous;
By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrivalt, all her dignities : But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship I!
LADY PERCY'S PATHETIC SPEECH TO HER HUSBAND.
0, MY good lord, why are you thus alone?
+ A rival. Friendship
Cry, Courage !-to the field! And thou hast talk'd
I CANNOT blame him: at my nativity
Why, so it would have done
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
* Occurrences. + Drops. # Lights set cross-ways upon beacons, and also apon poles, which were used in processions, &c. § Tumbles.
ON MISERABLE RHYMERS. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart; I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers : I had rather hear a brazen canstick * turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on an axletree; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry: 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
PUNCTUALITY IN BARGAINS.
I'll give thrice so much land To any well-deserving friend; But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I'll cayil on the ninth part of a hair.
A HUSBAND SUNG TO SLEEP BY HIS WIFE.
She bids you Upon the wanton rushes lay yon down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness ; Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, As is the difference 'twixt day and night, The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team Begins his golden progress in the east.
KING HENRY'S PATHETIC ADDRESS TO HIS SON. Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, So stale and cheap to vulgar company; Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Had still kept loyal to possession t; And left me in reputeless banishment, A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood. By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
* Candlestick. + True to him that had then possession of the crown.
But, like a comet, I was wondered at:
PRINCE HENRY'S MODEST DEFENCE OF HIMSELF. God forgive them, that bave so much sway'd Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! I will redeem all this on Percy's head, And, in the closing of some glorious day, Be bold to tell you, that I am your son; When I will wear a garment all of blood, And stain my favours in a bloody mask, Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it. And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, That this same child of honour and renown, This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet: For every honour sitting on his helm, 'Would they were multitudes; and on my head My shames redoubled! for the time will come That I shall make this northern youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities. Percy is but my factor, good my lord, To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; And I will call him to so strict account, That he shall render every glory up, Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. This, in the name of God, I promise here: The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, I do beseech your majesty, may salve The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: If not, the end of life cancels all bands*; And I will die a hundred thousand deaths, Ere break the smallest parcelt of this vow.
A GALLANT WARRIOR.
I saw young Harry,—with bis beaver on,