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England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
IOIO THE TENDENCY OF MANY MEANS TO ONE END
the state of man in divers functions,
end in one purpose, and be all well borne
HE-WOLF of France, but worse than wolves of
France, whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! how ill-beseeming is it in thy sex, to triumph, like an Amazonian trull, upon their woes, whom fortune captivates ! But that thy face is, visard-like, unchanging, made impudent with use of evil deeds, I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush: to tell thee whence thou cam’st, of whom deriv'd, were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not
shameless. Thy father bears the type of king of Naples, of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem ; yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult ? it needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen; unless the adage must be verified, That beggars mounted run their horse to death. 'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud; but, God he knows, thy share thereof is small: 'tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd; the contrary doth make thee wonder'd at : 'tis government, that makes them seem divine; the want thereof makes thee abominable: thou art as opposite to every good as the Antipodes are unto us, or as the south to the septentrion. O tiger's heart wrapp'd in a woman's hide! how could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child, to bid the father wipe his eyes withal, and yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; thou stern, obdurate, finty, rough, remorseless.
1012 PISANDER HOLDLVG A PARLEY WITH THE CHIEFS
OF SYRACUSE AT THE HEAD OF THE INSURGENTS
BRIEFLY thus, then,
since I must speak for all.—Your tyranny drew us from our obedience. Happy those times when lords were styled fathers of families, and not imperious masters! when they number'd their servants almost equal with their sons, or one degree beneath them! when their labours were cherished and rewarded, and a period set to their sufferings; when they did not press their duties or their wills, beyond the power and strength of their performance; all things orderd with such decorum, as wise law-makers, from each well-govern’d private house derived the perfect model of a commonwealth. Humanity then lodged in the hearts of men, and thankful masters carefully provided for creatures wanting reason.
The noble horse, that in his fiery youth from his wide nostrils neighed courage to his rider and brake through groves of opposed pikes, bearing his lord safe to triumphant victory, old or wounded, was set at liberty and freed from service. The Athenian mules, that from the quarry drew marble, hewed for the temples of the gods, the great work ended, were dismissed and fed at the public cost; nay, faithful dogs have found their sepulchres; but man, to man more cruel, appoints no end to the sufferings of his slave; since pride stepped in and riot, and o’erturned this goodly frame of concord, teaching masters to glory in the abuse of such as are brought under their command; who, grown unuseful, are less esteemed than beasts.
MUST obey him, for I see my friends
beset with peril. Yet my own sad fate doth with increasing anguish move my heart. May I no longer feed the silent hope
and keep their impious turbans on, without
as prouder livers do. Gui.
Hail, heaven! Arv.
your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,
yet keeps his book uncrossed: no life to ours. 1002 Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg’d,
have never wing'd from view o’ the nest, nor know not
a cell of ignorance. Arv.
What should we speak of,
and sing our bondage freely. Bel.
How you speak!
i' the name of fame and honour; which dies i' the
search; and hath as oft a slanderous epitaph as record of fair act; nay, many times, doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, must courtsey at the censure:--O boys, this story the world may read in me: Cymbeline loved me; and when a soldier was the theme, my name was not far off: then was I as a tree, whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
and left me bare to weather. Gui.
Uncertain favour! 1003 Bel. My fault being nothing,—as I have told you oft,
but that two villains, whose false oaths prevaild
“ Thus mine enemy fell,