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Let not the world see fear and sad distrust
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Away and glister like the god of war,
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,
And fright him there? And make him tremble there? O, let it not be said! Forage, and run
To meet displeasure further from the doors,
And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh.
A Man's Tears.
Let me wipe off this honourable dew, That silvery doth progress on thy cheeks; My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Faulconbridge's Disparagement of the French Army.
Now hear our English king:
For thus his royalty doth speak in me.
That hand which had the strength, even at your door,
To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks;
Faulconbridge's Defiance of the Dauphin.
Do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
* Unbearded, alluding to the youth of the Dauphin.
Sound but another, and another shall,
The Approach of Death.
It is too late; the life of all his blood
Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain
King John's Death by Poison.
Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow-room;
Poison' d-ill-fare ;-dead, forsook, cast off:
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course
Through my burn'd bosom; nor entreat the north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, And comfort me with cold.
England Invincible if Unanimous.
This England never did, nor never shall,
And we shall shock them: Naught shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
KING RICHARD II.
This historical play describes the dethronement and death of the monarch whose name it bears. Richard, on the death of John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, appropriates to himself the lands of the deceased nobleman, to enable him to prosecute a war in Ireland, for which country he takes his departure. In the king's absence, Bolingbroke (son of John of Gaunt), who had been banished, returns to England, and levying an army, hastens to meet the king on his return from Ireland. Finding his nobles falling away from him, and his soldiers deserting his standard, the king accompanies Bolingbroke to London, and there resigns his crown to him. The dethroned monarch is imprisoned in Pomfret Castle, where he is assassinated by Sir Pierce of Exton, and the play concludes with the reproval of Exton by Bolingbroke, who resolves himself to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, to expiate his cruelty towards the unfortunate King Richard. Dr. Johnson says of this tragedy-"It is not finished at last with that happy force of some others of Shakspere's tragedies; nor can it be said much to affect the passions, or enlarge the understanding."
THE purest treasure mortal times afford
That which in mean men we entitle―patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
All places, that the eye of heaven visits,
Think not, the king did banish thee;
But thou the king; woe doth the heavier sit,
To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st;
The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence strew'd ; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps no more
Than a delightful measure, or a dance:
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.
Imagination Ineffectual to Moderate Afflictions.
O, who can hold a fire in his hand
Or wallow naked in December's snow,