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The flattering index* of a direful pageant,
One heav'd a high to be hurl'd down below:
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes ;
A dream of what thou wast; a garisht flag,
To be the aim of every dangerous shot;
A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble;
A

queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers?
Where be thy two sons? wherein dost thou joy?
Who sues, and kneels, and says--God save the queen?
Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?
Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?
Decline all this, and see what now thou art.
For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
For one being sued to, one that humbly sues ;
For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care;
For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;
For one being fear'd of all, now searing one;
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.
Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about,
And left thee but a very prey to time;
Having no more but thought of what thou wert,
To torture thee the more, being what thou art.

CHARACTER OF KING RICHARD BY HIS MOTHER.

Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; [rious; Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and fuThy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody. * Indexes were anciently placed at the

beginning of books. + Flaring.

* Touchy, fretful.

ACT V.

HOPE.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

A FINE EVENING.

The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

DAYBREAK.
The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.

RICHMOND'S PRAYER.
O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye;
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries !
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory!
To thee I do commend

my

watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, O defend me still!

RICHARD STARTING OUT OF HIS DREAM. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds,Have mercy,

Jesu!—Soft; I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue.—It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself?

CONSCIENCE.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.

RICHARD'S ADDRESS BEFORE THE BATTLE.
A thousand hearts are great

within

my

bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.

RICHARD'S BEHAVIOUR AFTER AN ALARUM. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my

life

upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him:A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

KING HENRY VIII.

ACT 1.

ANGER.

To climb steep hills,
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
A full hot-horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

ACTION TO BE CARRIED ON WITH RESOLUTION.

If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be

R

The chronicles of my doing,-let me say,
'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake*
That virtue must go through. We must not stintt
Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope| malicious censurers; which ever,
As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow
That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further
Than vainly longing. What we oft do best,
By sick interpreters, once weak ones, is
Not ours, or not allow'd|l; what worst, as oft,
Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up
For our best act. If we shall stand still,
In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at,
We should take root here where we sit, or sit
State statues only.

NEW CUSTOMS.

New. customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

ACT II.
THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM'S PRAYER FOR THE KING.

May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years !
Ever belov'd and loving may his rule be!
And, when old time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument!

DEPENDENTS NOT TO BE TOO MUCH TRUSTED BY

GREAT MEN. This from a dying man receive as certain: * Thicket of thorns.

+ Retard. # Encounter. § Sometime.

|| Approved.

Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
Be sure, you be not loose: for those you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in
your fortunes, fall

away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye.

A GOOD WIFE.

A loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the king.

THE BLESSINGS OF A LOW STATION,
"Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
QUEEN KATHARINE'S SPEECH TO HER HUSBAND.

Alas, sir,
In what have I offended you? what cause
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure,
That thus

you

should proceed to put me off, And take your good grace from me? Heaven witI have been to you a true and humble wife, [ness, At all times to your will conformable: Ever in fear to kindle

your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance: glad, or sorry, As I saw it inclin'd. When was the hour, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends

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