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If that be true, I shall see my boy again ;
For, since the birth of Cain, the first male-child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire,
There was not such a gracious creature born.
O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ;
My life, my joy, my soul, my all the world;
My widow's comfort, and my sorrow's care!
. Love and meekness, Lord, Become a churchman better than ambition; Win straying souls with modesty again, . :. Cast none away. But you misuse the reverence of your place;vt Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, As a false favorite doth his prince's name, listen In deeds dishonorable. :. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, i Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven; , Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own road.
Set on your foot ; And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you, To do I know not what: but it sufficeth, That Brutus leads me on. I took him for the plainest, harmless't creature, That breath'd upon the earth a christian; Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded The history of all her secret thoughts..
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted ?
Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
. Their great guilt, i
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; . :
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sickly'd o'er with, the pale cast of thought ;
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. ;
; 'I feel within me te A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. .
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy.
0! I have pass’d a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That, as I am a christian faithful man, .
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days;
So full of dismal terror was the time..
O, it is monstrous ! monstrous !
Methought, the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper.
0, Brackenbury, I have done these things,-
That now give evidence against my soul.
Leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her hosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
· The colour of the king doth come and go
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break..
0, Hamlet, speak no more :
Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul ;
And there I see such black, and grained spots,
As will not leave their tinct. '
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?
Consideration like an angel came,
And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him;
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelop and contain celestial spirits.
i. Hins : conspiracy!
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free ? O, then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough, ,
To mask thy monstrous visage ?, Seek none, conspi-
Hide it in smiles and affability":
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough,
To hide thee from prevention.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
The genius, and the mortal instruments,
Are then in council ; and the state of a man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection."....
As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious :
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did scowl on Richard.
Hold, Clifford ; do not honor him so much,
To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart :
What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth, .
When he might spurn him with his foot away? .
I swear, '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.
Poor, and content, is rich and rich enough;
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Best state, contentless,
Hath a distracted and most wretched being,
Worse than the worst, content.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen : my crown is called content;
A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. ,
. Most miserable ,
Is the desire that's glorious : blessed be those, ...
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort.
He that commends me to mine own content,
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not:
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid. "
So soon as that spare Cassius.
Let me have men about me that are fat; .
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep.o' nights :
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.