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I may inform the king, who hath decreed
the death of both. 1.
The gods have not decreed it.
Let none presume our silent march to follow! 791 A. This hindrance to the monarch I'll announce :
do not commence the rite till he permit. I. The priestess interferes alone in this. A. An incident so strange the king should know. 1. Here, nor his counsel nor command avails. A. Oft are the great consulted out of form. 1. Do not insist on what I must refuse. A. E’en now 'tis not too late to change thy mind. 1. To do so is alas beyond our power. A. What thou wouldst shun, thou deem'st impossible. I. Thy wish doth make thee deem it possible. A. Wilt thou so calmly venture everything? 1. My fate I have committed to the gods. A. The gods are wont to save by human means. 1. By their appointment everything is done. A. Believe me all doth now depend on thee. 1. Shake not my spirit, which thou canst not bend.
A. SWANWICK from Goethe
MYRRHA AN IONIAN SLAVE THE FAVOURITE OF
HY do I love this man? My country's daughters
love none but heroes. But I have no country ! the slave hath lost all save her bonds. I love him ; and that's the heaviest link of the long chainto love whom we esteem not. Be it so: the hour is coming when he'll need all love, and find none. To fall from him now were baser than to have stabbed him on his throne when highest would have been noble in my country's creed :
I was not made for either. Could I save him,
ACHITOPHEL'S ADDRESS TO ABSALOM
thy longing country's darling and desire,
THE EXAMPLE OF KINGS
DUTY well discharged is never followed
by sad repentance; nor did your highness ever make payment of the debt you owed her better than in your late reproofs, not of her, but those crimes that made her worthy of reproof.
The most remarkable point in which kings differ
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
SPEECH OF VALERIO TO RYNALDO, IN ANSWER
TELL thee love is nature's second sun,
causing a spring of virtues where he shines.
AN OLD MAN-ROSS Old M. | within the volume of which time I have seen
HREE score and ten I can remember well; hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore
hath trifled former knowings. Ross.
Ah, good father, thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, threaten his bloody stage : by the clock, 'tis day, and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, that darkness does the face of earth entomb,
when living light should kiss it? Old M.
'Tis unnatural, even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last a falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and killed. Ross. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange and
certain) beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, contending 'gainst obedience, as they would
make war with mankind. Old M.
'Tis said, they ate each other. Ross, They did so,—to the amazement of mine eyes, that look'd upon’t.
797 TIMON OF ATHENS TO THE BANDITTI
ET thanks I must you con,
that you are thieves profess'd; that you work not in holier shapes: for there is boundless theft in limited professions. Rascal thieves, here's gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o' the grape, till the high fever seethe your blood to froth, .and so scape hanging; trust not the physician; his antidotes are poison, and he slays more than you rob; take wealth and lives together ; do villany, do, since you protest to do't, like workmen. I'll example you with thievery : the sun's a thief, and with his great attraction robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief,
and her pale fire she snatches from the sun :
that after-hours with sorrow chide us not ! Ro. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
it cannot countervail the exchange of joy
it is enough I may but call her mine. Fr. These violent delights have violent ends,
and in their triumph die: like fire and powder,
'IS said a stranger in the days of old.
a (some say a Dorian, some a Sybarite: but distant things are ever lost in clouds) 'tis said a stranger came, and, with his plough, traced out the site ; and Posidonia rose, severely great, Neptune the tutelar God; a Homer's language murmuring in her streets, and in her haven many a mast from Tyre. Then came another, an unbidden guest, he knocked and entered with a train in arms; and all was changed, her very name and language !