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To have begg'd, or bought, what I hare took: Good
troth, I have stolen naught; nor would not though I had
found Gold strew'd o’ the floor. Here's money for
Being scarce made up,
O thou goddess, Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf’d, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. "Tis wonderful That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn’d; honour urtaught; Civility not seen from other: valour, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd. Enter Arviragus, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, in his
Look, here he comes And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Of what we blame him for! Arv.
The bird is dead
O sweetest, fairest lily!
Stark,t as you see: Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death’s dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Gui.
O'the floor; His arms thus leagu’d: I thought, he slept; and put My clouted broguest from off my feet, whose rudeAnswer'd my steps too loud.
Why, he but sleeps;
With fairest flowers,
* Slow-sailing, unwieldy vessel. | Stiff. #Shoes plated with iron. § The red-breast.
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie,
rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence, (That angel of the world, doth make distinction or place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince. Gui.
Pray you, fetch him hither, 'Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive.
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Consignş to thce, and come to dust. * Probably a corrupt reading for wither round thy.
† Punished. Judgment.
§ Seal the same contract.
Gui. No exorciser harm thee!
[Seeing the body These flowers, are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; 'Twas but a boltt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of lumes: Our very eyes, Are sometimes like our judgments, blind, good faith I tremble still with fear: but if there be Yet lost in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, feared gods, a part of it! The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
A ROUTED ARMY.
No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: The king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do’t, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch’d, sonje falling
This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity.
† An arrow.
Merely through fear; that the straight pass was
damm'd* With dead men, hurt bebind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame.
DEATH. I, in mine own wo charm'd, Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him where he struck: Being an ugly mon.
ster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war.
PRODIGIES. IN the most high and palmyt state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
GHOSTS VANISH AT THE CROWING OF A COCK.
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing
+ Victorious. The moon Ś Wandering. Il Proof.