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895 CHARALOIS VIEWING THE FUNERAL PROCESSION
OF HIS FATHER THE MARSHAL OF BURGUNDY
and gliding softly with our windy sighs, moves the whole frame of this solemnity! stay here awhile.-Rest, rest in peace, dear earth! thou that brought'st rest to their unthankful lives, whose cruelty denied thee rest in death! here stands thy poor executor, thy son, that makes his life prisoner to bail thy death; who gladlier puts on this captivity, than virgins, long in love, their wedding weeds. Of all that ever thou hast done good to, these only have good memories; for they remember best, forget not gratitude. I thank you for this last and friendly love. And though this country, like a viperous mother, not only hath eat up ungratefully all means of thee, her son, but last thyself, leaving thy heir so bare and indigent, he cannot raise thee a poor monument, such as a flatterer or a usurer hath; thy worth in every honest breast builds one, making their friendly hearts thy funeral stone.
BEHOLD, the world
rests, and her tired inhabitants have paused
crowning with Hope's bland wreath his shuddering
H. K. WHITE
OLIVER TO ROSALIND AND CELIA
he left a promise to return again
898 CARDINAL BEAUFORT-DUKE OF SUFFOLK-QUEEN
MARGARET-HUMPHREY DUKE OF GLOSTER-DUKE
from treason's secret knife, and traitors' rage,
'twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. Suf. Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
with ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd, as if she had subornéd some to swear
false allegations to o'erthrow his state? Q. M. But I can give the loser leave to chide. Glou. Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed ;
beshrew the winners, for they played me false!
and well such losers may have leave to speak. Buck. He'll wrest the sense, and hold us here all day :
lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
before his legs be firm to bear his body:
the place thou pressest on thy mother earth
and look just of a piece as I grew from it:
and take me for their fellow-citizen.
I know thy meaning, But, I have lost my reason, have disgrac'd the name of soldier, with inglorious ease. In the full vintage of my flowing honours, sate still, and saw it press'd by other hands. Fortune came smiling to my youth, and wood it, and purple greatness met my ripen'd years. When first I came to empire, I was borne on tides of people, crowding to my triumphs; the wish of nations, and the willing world receiv'd me as its pledge of future peace; I was so great, so happy, so belov'd, fate could not ruin me; till I took pains and work'd against my fortune, chid her from me, and turn'd her loose; yet still she came again. My careless days, and my luxurious nights, at length have wearied her, and now she's gone, gone, gone, divorc'd for ever.
STAY and hear me yet; hear but a word,
and that my last, it may be; do not spill the life of him in whom my life subsists; kill not two lives in one! Remember, sir, I was your daughter once, once you did love me; and tell me then, what fault can be so great, to make a father murderer of his child ? for so you are in taking of his life. O think not, sir, that I will stay behind him, whilst there be asps, and knives, and burning coal: no Roman dame shall in her great example
outgo my love. Phil.
Oh where will sorrow stay?
902 DUCHESS OF FLORENCE-DUKE OF SIENNA
: Duch. W the wrong and violence you have offer'd us;
E must not be too hasty: remember, sir, burnt up our frontier-towns, made prey before you both of our beasts and corn ; slain our dear subjects; opened the fountain-eyes of thousand widows that daily Aling their curses on your fury:
what ordinary satisfaction can salve this? Duke. I am at your mercy, lady; 'tis my fortune,
my stubborn fate; the day is yours, you have me: