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THRICE ARE HEROES ARMED
WHEN HONOURED WIVES GIVE
to these wars ! The time was,
your word, When you were more endear'd to it than now; When your own Percy, when my heart's dear
Harry, Threw many a northward look to see his father Bring up
powers; but he did long in vain. Who then persuaded you to stay at home? There were two honours lost; yours, and your
son's. For yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it! For his,—it stuck upon him, as the sun In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light, Did all the chivalry of England move To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait: And speaking thick, which nature made his
blemish, Became the accents of the valiant; For those that could speak low, and tardily, Would turn their own perfection to abuse, To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait, In diet, in affections of delight, In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That fashion'd others. And him,-0 wondrous
him ! O miracle of men !-him did
leave, (Second to none, unseconded by you,) To look upon the hideous god of war
In disadvantage; to abide a field,
Did seem defensible ;-so you left him:
K. HENRY IV., PART II., 1.2, s. 3.
JOY OF BOON COMPANIONSHIP. BOLINGBROKE. How far is it, my lord, to
Berkley now? NORTHUMBERLAND. Believe me, noble lord, I am a stranger here in Glostershire. These high wild hills, and rough uneven ways, Draw out our miles, and make them wearisome: And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, Making the hard way sweet and délectable. But, I bethink me, what a weary way From Ravenspurg to Cotswold, will be found In Ross and Willoughby, wanting your company; Which, I protest, hath very much beguil'd The tediousness and process of my travel: But theirs is sweeten'd with the hope to have The present benefit which I possess : And hope to joy, is little less in joy, Than hope enjoy'd: by this the weary lords Shall make their way seem short; as mine hath By sight of what I have, your noble company.
BOLING. Of much less value is my company, Than your good words.
K. RICHARD II., A. 2, s. 2.
KISS THE ROD FOR MAKING THE
FUTURE MORE CHEERFUL. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains, Upon example; so the spirit is eased : And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, The organs, though defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move With casted slough and fresh legerity.
K, HENRY V., A. 4, s. 1.
LOVE'S PLEADINGS. MARIANA.
DUKE. He dies for Claudio's death.
Most bounteous sir,
[Kneeling. Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d, As if my brother liv’d: I partly think, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Till he did look on me; since it is so, Let him not die: My brother had but justice, In that he did the thing for which he died : For Angelo,
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;
MEASURE FOR MEASURE, A. 5, s. 1.
LET NOT MEN USE YOU AS THE
CUCKOO DOES THE SPARROW.
friends. For you, my staff of office did I break In Richard's time; and posted day and night To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was myself, my brother, and his son, That brought you home, and boldly did outdare The dangers of the time: You swore to us,And you
did swear that oath at Doncaster,That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n right, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster : To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; And such a flood of greatness fell on you, What with our help; what with the absent king; What with the injuries of a wanton time; The seeming sufferances that you had borne ; And the contrarious winds, that held the king So long in his unlucky Irish wars, That all in England did repute him dead.
And, from this swarm of fair advantages,
K. HENRY IV., PART 1., A. 5, s. 1.
LIBERTY A CLOAK FOR SELFISH
NESS. I KNOW where I will wear this dagger then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius : Therein, ye gods, ye make the weak most strong; Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat ; Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit: But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. If I know this, know all the world besides, That part of tyranny, that I do bear, I can shake off at pleasure.