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Page 40 - tis the spring of all We here entitle fame to ; emperors, And all degrees of honours, owing all Their names to this employment : in her vast And circular embraces holding kings, And making them ; and yet so kind, as not To exclude such private things as I, who may Learn and commence in her great arts. — My life Hath been too useless to myself and country ; 'Tis time I should employ it to deserve A name within their registry, that bring The wealth, the harvest home of well-bought honour. Bell. Yet...
Page 41 - You may be angry. Madam, and chide it as a saucy pride In me to name or look at honour ; nor Can I but know what small addition Is my unskilful arm to aid a country. Bell. I may therefore justly suspect there is Something of other force, that moves you to The wars. Enlarge my knowledge with the secret.
Page 286 - Madam, I present One that was glad to obey your grace, and come To know what your commands are. Duch. Where I once Did promise love, a love that had the power And office of a priest to chain my heart To your's, it were injustice to command.
Page 287 - Your grace's pardon ; To speak with freedom, I am not so old In cunning to betray, nor young in time, Not to see when and where I am at loss, And how to bear my fortune, and my wounds, Which, if I look for health, must still bleed' inward, A hard and desperate condition. I am not ignorant your birth and greatness Have placed you to grow up with the king's grace And jealousy, which, to remove, his power Hath chosen a fit object for your beauty To shine upon, Columbo, his great favourite. I am a man,...
Page 190 - To adorn our temples, and the priests' ; and while The spring contributes to their art, make in Each garden a remonstrance3 of this battle, Where flowers shall seem to fight, and every plant Cut into forms of green artillery, And instruments of war, shall keep alive The memory of this day, and your great victory.
Page 342 - But I begin to melt. Duch. I pray, sir, tell me, For I can understand, although they say I have lost my wits ; but they are safe enough, And I shall have them when the Cardinal dies • Who had a letter from his nephew, too, Since he was slain. Her. From whence ? Duch. I know not where he is. But in some bower Within a garden he is making chaplets, And means to send me one ; but I'll not take it ; I have flowers enough, I thank him, while I live.
Page 340 - I would this soldier had the Cardinal Upon a promontory, with what a spring The churchman would leap down ! it were a spectacle Most rare, to see him topple from the precipice, And souse in the salt water with a noise To stun the fishes ; and if he fell into A net, what wonder would the simple sea-gulls Have, to draw up the o'ergrown lobster, So ready boiled ! He shall have my good wishes.
Page 189 - ... virgins, that did late despair To keep your wealth from cruel men, Tie up in silk your careless hair : Soft peace is come again. Now lovers' eyes may gently shoot A flame that will not kill ; The drum was angry, but the lute Shall whisper what you will. Sing lo, lo ! for his sake...
Page 310 - To punish such black crimes i' the other world, Let me have swift, and such exemplar justice, As shall become this great assassinate ; You will take off our faith else : and, if here Such innocence must bleed, and you look on, Poor men, that call you gods on earth, will doubt To obey your laws, nay, practise to be devils, As fearing, if such monstrous sins go on, The saints will not be safe in heaven. King. You shall, You shall have justice.
Page 357 - Shakespear comes, whose mirth did once beguile 'Dull hours, and buskind, made even sorrow smile, 'So lovely were the Wounds, that men would say ' They could endure the bleeding a whole day: He has but few friends lately, think o'that, Hee'l come no more, and others have his fate.