-Not Found when Sought. Post. *

I, in mine own woe charm'd,

Could not find death, where I did hear him

groan;

Nor feel him, where he struck: Being an ugly monster,

'T is strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,

Sweet words: or hath more ministers than

we

That draw his knives i' the war.

Cym., V: 3. 1623.

-Not to be Feared. Duke. Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. with life:

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
R. J., IV: 5. 1272.

- Of an Only Child.

Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!—

Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child! O child!-my soul, and not my
child!-

Reason thus

If I lose thee, I do lose a thing

-Of Cæsar.

That none but fools would keep.

Thou art Death's fool;

Cas.

For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet runn'st toward him still.

Dec.

Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? Great Cæsar,

Thy best of rest is sleep,

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st

Thy death, which is no more.

Friend hast thou none

For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,

The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor
youth, nor age:

But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Dreaming on both :

What's yet in this,

That bears the name of life? Yet in this life

Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death

we fear,

That makes these odds all even.

M. M., III: 1. 156.

-Not to be Mourned. Fri. L. * *

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? O, in this love, you love your child so ill, That you run mad, seeing that she is well: She's not well married, that lives married long;

But she's best married, that dies married

young.

catches hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS.] Cas. Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Cæsar. Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!

Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he is in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four times now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a

Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!—
Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.
H. VI., 1 pt., I: 4. 870.
-Of Sir Thomas Gargrave.
Tal.

Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this com-
fort;

Thou shalt not die, whiles

He beckons with his hand and smiles on me; As who should say, "When I am dead and

gone,

Remember to avenge me on the French.-" Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,

Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things

Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,

Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.

H., III: 3. 1417.