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Wol. I hope I have: I am able now, me

(Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)
ìo endure more miseries, and greater far,

weak-hearted enemies dare offer.

K. HENRY VIII., A. 3, s. 2.



WELL, the voice goes, madam : After the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward, (As a man sorely tainted) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, He could not sit his mule. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, Lodg’d in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him ; To whom he gave these words,-0 father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity!" So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one;



Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading:
Lofty, and sour,

to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as



And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
(Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him

For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his

age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.

K, HENRY VIII., A. 4, s. 2.



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PRINCES, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? The ample proposition, that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and dis

asters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

That we come short of our suppose so far,
That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls

Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thought
That gave it surmised shape. Why then, you

princes, Do you

with cheeks abash'd behold our works, And think them shames, which are, indeed,

nought else But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men ? The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.




A DAUGHTER'S LOVE. I do love you more than words can wield the

matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty; Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare; No less than life, with grace, health, beauty,

honour : As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found.

A love that makes breath poor, and speech

unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

KING LEAR, A. 1, s. 1.


AND HEART. LORDS. How have you slept, my lord ? RICHMOND. The sweetest sleep, and fairest

boding dreams, That ever enter'd in a drowsy head, Have I since your departure had, my lords. Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard

murder’d, Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! I promise you, my heart is very jocund In the remembrance of so fair a dream. 'Tis time to arm, and give direction.More than I have said, loving countrymen, The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell on : Yet remember this,God, and our good cause, fight upon our side, The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Like high-reared bulwarks, stand before our

faces; Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Had rather have us win, than him they follow. For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish’d; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to

help him ; A base, foul stone, made precious by the foil


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Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
One that hath ever been God's

enemy: Then if you fight against God's enemy, , God will

, in justice, ward you as his soldiers ; If you do sweat to put a tyrant down, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; If you do fight against your country's foes, Your country's fat shall pay your pains the If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; If you do free your children from the sword, Your children's children quit it in your age, Then, in the name of God, and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your willing

swords: For me, the ransom of my

bold attempt Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold

face; But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt The least of


shall share his part thereof. Sound, drums and trumpets, boldly and cheer

fully; God, and Saint George! Richmond, and victory!

K. RICHARD III., A. 5, s. 3.




My mind gave me, In seeking tales, and informations, Against this man, (whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at,) Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye.

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