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laborious for her people and her poor-
Break not, O woman's-heart, but still endure;
DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE CHURCH AND
Ch. HO is this that cometh from Edom,
with garments deeply dyed from Botsra? this, that is magnificent in his apparel,
marching on in the greatness of his strength? Me. I, who publish righteousness and am mighty to save. Ch. Wherefore is thy apparel red,
and thy garments as of one that treadeth the wine-vat! Me. I have trodden the vat alone:
and of the people there was not a man with me:
1030 KING HENRY V BEFORE THE GATES OF HARFLEUR
OW yet resolves the governor of the town? therefore, to our best mercy give yourselves; or like to men proud of destruction, defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier, (a name, that in my thoughts, becomes me best), if I begin the battery once again, I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur till in her ashes she lie buried. The gates of mercy shall be all shut up; and the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of heart,in liberty of bloody hand, shall range with conscience wide as hell; mowing like grass your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants. What is it then to me, if impious war,array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,-do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats enlinked to waste and desolation ? What is’t to me, when you yourselves are cause, if your pure maidens fall into the hand of hot and forcing violation ? What rein can hold licentious wickedness when down the hill he holds his fierce career ? We may as bootless spend our vain command upon the enragéd soldiers in their spoil, as send precepts to the Leviathan to come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, take pity of your town and of your people, whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace o'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds of deadly murder, spoil, and villany. If not, why, in a moment, look to see the blind and bloody soldier with foul hand defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters; your fathers taken by the silver beards, and their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls ; your naked infants spitted upon pikes; whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry at Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid ?
THE SPIRIT IN COMUS-LADY-COMUS
crushed the sweet poison of misused wine, after the Tuscan mariners transformed, coasting the Tyrrhene shore as the winds listed, on Circe's island fell—who knows not Circe, the daughter of the Sun, whose charméd cup whoever tasted lost his upright shape, and downward fell into a grovelling swine? This Nymph, that gazed upon his clustering locks, with ivy-berries wreathed, and his blithe youth, had by him, ere he parted thence, a son much like his father, but his mother more, whom therefore she brought up and Comus named: who, ripe and frolic of his full-grown age, roving the Celtic and Iberian fields, at last betakes him to this ominous wood, and, in thick shelter of black shades embowered, excels his mother at her mighty art; offering to every weary traveller his orient liquor in a crystal glass, to quench the drought of Phæbus; which as they taste ---for most do taste through fond intemperate thirst-soon as the potion works, their human countenance, the express resemblance of the gods, is changed into some brutish form of wolf, or bear, or ounce, or tiger, hog, or bearded goat, all other parts remaining as they were. And they, so perfect is their misery, not once perceive their foul disfigurement, but boast themselves more comely than before: and all their friends and native home forget, to roll with pleasure in a sensual sty. Therefore when any favoured of high Jove chances to pass through this adventurous glade, swift as the sparkle of a glancing star I shoot from heaven, to give him safe convoy, as now I do : but first I must put off these my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof,
and take the weeds and likeness of a swain,
of hateful steps, I must be viewless now. 1032 Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
my best guide now. Methought it was the sound
such noise as I can make to be heard furthest
my new-enlivened spirits prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off. 1033 Com. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
to touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood.1034 Lady.
in such a scant allowance of starlight,
without the sure guess of well-practised feet. Com. I know each lane, and every alley green,
dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood,