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The element of water moistens the earth,
But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young. Bos. I think not so: her infelicity
Seemed to have years too many.
Ferd. She and I were twins;
And should I die this instant, I had lived
Her time to a minute. . . .
THE HISTORY OF ANTONIO AND MELLIDA. ANDRUGIO, Duke of Genoa, banished his Country, with the loss of a Son, supposed drowned, is cast upon the territory of his mortal enemy the Duke of Venice, with no attendants but Lucio, an old Nobleman, and a Page.
Andr. Is not yon gleam the shudd'ring Morn, that flakes With silver tincture the east verge of heaven?
Luc. I think it is, so please your excellence.
My thoughts are fixed in contemplation
Why this huge Earth, this monstrous animal
That eats her children, should not have eyes and ears.
And forms no useless nor unperfect thing.
Did Nature make the Earth, or the Earth Nature?
Andrugio calls. But oh, she's deaf and blind!
Luc. Sweet lord, abandon passion, and disarm. Since by the fortune of the tumbling sea
We are rolled up upon the Venice marsh,
Let's clip all fortune, lest more low'ring fate
Andr. More low'ring fate! O Lucio, choke that breath. Now I defy Chance! Fortune's brow hath frowne,
Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend;
Lies not my son tombed in the swelling main?
Unto Andrugio but Andrugio: And that
Nor mischief, force, distress, nor hell can take !
Luc. Speak like yourself; but give me leave, my lord,
Andr. Wouldst have me go unarmed among my foes? Being besieged by Passion, entering lists
To combat with Despair and mighty Grief:
Shall hurry on before, and usher us,
Luc. Peace, good my lord, your speech is all too light. Alas! survey your fortunes; look what's left
Of all your forces and your utmost hopes;
Andr. Andrugio lives; and a fair cause of arms, Why, that's an army all invincible.
He who hath that, hath a battalion royal,
Men's Glories eclipsed when they turn Traitors.
As when the Moon hath comforted the Night, And set the world in silver of her light, The planets, asterisms, and whole State of Heaven, In beams of gold descending: all the winds Bound up in caves, charged not to drive abroad Their cloudy heads: an universal peace (Proclaimed in silence) of the quiet EarthSoon as her hot and dry fumes are let loose, Storms and clouds mixing suddenly put out The eyes of all those glories; the creation Turned into chaos; and we then desire, For all our joy of life, the death of sleep. So when the glories of our lives (men's loves, Clear consciences, our fames and loyalties), That did us worthy comfort, are eclipsed, Grief and disgrace invade us; and for all Our night of life besides, our misery craves Dark Earth would ope and hide us in our graves.
Give me a spirit that on life's rough sea
That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air.
Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful
Innocence the Harmony of the Faculties.
No strife nor no sedition in his powers;
No motion in his will against his reason;
No thought 'gainst thought; nor (as 'twere in the confines
THE ROYAL KING AND THE LOYAL SUBJECT.
A PERSIAN history
I read of late, how the great Sophy once