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The flattering index* of a direful pageant,
queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
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.
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.
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?
RICHARD'S ADDRESS BEFORE THE BATTLE.
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
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.
To climb steep hills,
ACTION TO BE CARRIED ON WITH RESOLUTION.
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be
The chronicles of my doing,-let me say,
May he live
DEPENDENTS NOT TO BE TOO MUCH TRUSTED BY
GREAT MEN. This from a dying man receive as certain: * Thicket of thorns.
+ Retard. # Encounter. § Sometime.
Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye.
A GOOD WIFE.
A loss of her,
THE BLESSINGS OF A LOW STATION,
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