COMPLAINT.

back;

For whilft I think I am thy marry'd wife,
And thou a prince, Protector of this land;
Methinks, I fhould not thus be led along,
Mail'd up in fhame, with papers on my
And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice
To fee my tears, and hear my deep-fetch'd groans.
The ruthless fiint doth cut my tender feet,
And when I start, the cruel people laugh,
And bid me be advised how I tread.

Ah! Humphry, can I bear this fhameful yoke?
Trow'ft thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world,
Or count them happy that enjoy the fun?
No, dark fhall be my light, and night my day.
To think upon my pomp, fhall be my hell.
Sometime I'll fay, I am Duke Humphry's wife,
And he a prince, and ruler of the land,

Yet fo he rul'd, and fuch a prince he was,
That he stood by, whilft I, his forlorn dutchess,
Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
To every idle, rafcal follower.

Henry VI. Part II. A. 2. Sc. 7.
Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days!
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
My husband loft his life to get the crown,
And often up and down my fons were toft,
For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and lofs.
And being feated, and domeftic broils

Clean over-blown, themselves the Conquerors
Make war upon themfelves, blood against blood,
Self against felf. O moft prepofterous

And frantic outrage! end thy damned fpleen;
Or let me die, to look on death no more.

King Richard III. A. 2. Sc. 5.

CONFIDENCE.

A thoufand hearts are great within my bòfom.
Advance our standards, fet upon our foes;
Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George,
Infpire us with the fpleen of fiery dragons.
Upon them! Victory fits on our helm.

King Richard III. A. 5. Sc. 7.

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KONEC ON JUGAL FIDELITY
Alas, Sir, o anotos af 195vil 06

In what have I offended you? what cause

Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure,
That thus you should proceed to put you off,
And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness,
I've been to you a true and humble wife, is 2 15.1
At all times to your will conformable, id syano.299. I
Ever in fear to kindle. your diflike; aid wod to
Yea, fubject to your count'nance, glad or forry, bak
As I faw it inclin'd. When was the hours quafe.

I ever contradicted your defire,

Or made it not mine too? Which of your friends
Have I not ftrove to love, although I knew.
He were mine enemy? What friend of mine,
That had to him deriv'd your anger, did 1
Continue in my liking? nay, gave not notice.
He was from thence difcharg'd? Sir, call to mind,
That I have been your wife, in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years; and have been bleft

With many children by you can report,

If in the course And procefs of this time you can report, And prove it too, against mine honour aught, My bond of wedlock, or my love and duty, Against your facred perfon, in God's name, Turn me away, and let the foul'ft contempt Shut door upon me, and fo give me up yet wordt oT To th' fharpeft kind of juftice. od 91 0T giren fuccelli dovol Henry VIIIA. 2. ¡Sc. 6.

bordino al consis NASCIENCE be smooed

Confcience is but a word that cowards ufe,

Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.

King Richard III. A.

NSIDERATION.

5. Sc. 7.

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of him; obd

Confideration, like an angel, came,
And whipt th' offending Adam out of him;
Leaving his body as a Paradife,
T'invelope and contain celeftial fpirits.

King Henry V. A. 1. Sc. 1.

CON

When holy and devout religious men

Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence,
So fweet is zealous contemplation.

King Richard III. A. 3. Sc. 7.

CRUELTY.

domly And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let's carve him as a difh fit for the Gads,
Not hew him as a carcafe fit for hounds.
And let our hearts, as fubtle mafters do,
Stir up their fervants to an act of rage,
And after feem to chide them.

Julius Cæfar, A. 2. Sc. 2.

DANGER.

Danger knows full well,

That Cafar is more dangerous than he:
We were two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible.

Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 4..

DAY-BRE A K

The filent hours steal on,

And flaky darknefs breaks within the eaft.

Richard III. A. 5. Sc. 4.

DEATH.

It were for me

To throw my fcepter at th' injurious Gods;
To tell them, that this world did equal theirs,
Till they had ftol'n our jewel. All's but naught.
Patience is fottifh, and impatience does

Become a dog that's mad. Then is it fin,.
To rush into the fecret house of death,

Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
What, what. Good cheer! Why, how now, Charmion?
My noble girls Ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is fpent, it's out-Good Sirs, take heart,
We'll bury him; and then what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.
This cafe of that huge fpirit now is cold.

Come away,

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4. Sc. 13.
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My

Fontdisord eldi ojal My defolation does begin to make maladr brА A better life; 'tis paltry to be Cæfar Jagd boob isdT Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave,&{W A minifter of her will, and it is great lab on svel To do that thing, that ends all other deeds; 03 Which fhackles accidents, and bolts up change;ь bøА Which fleeps, and never palates more the dung bak The beggar's nurfe, and Cafar's. Shai Fishing T Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5. Sc. 2.

-I, in mine own woe charm'd, Tobia in Could not find Death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him, where he ftruck. Being an ugly monster, 'Tis ftrange he'hides him in fresh cups,

Loft beds,

Sweet words; or hath more minifters than we, I baÁ That draw his knives i' th' war.

Cymbeline, A. 5. Sc. 2.

DE CE IT.

Sahod A

Ah! that deceit fhould fteal fuch gentle fhape,
And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!

King Richard III. A. 2. Sc...
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DEFORMITY.Osorbed of 10 Why, Love forfwore me in my mother's womb; adT And, for I fhould not deal in her foft laws, sisi ha She did corrupt frail Nature with fome bribem doidW. To fhrink mine arm up like a wither'd fhrub;sтh bn A To make an envious mountain on my back, vor eda Where fits deformity to mock my body;ouons W To fhape my legs of an unequal fize;senalool tedT To difproportion me in every part, 3501 31 pod baA Like to a Chaos, or unlick'd bear-whelp, That carries no impreffion like the dam. And am I then a man to be belov'd?

Oh, monstrous fault, to harbour fuch a thought!

Henry VI. Part. III. A. 3. Sc. z.

But I, that am not fhap'd for sportive tricks,

rigdT Nor made to court an am'rous looking-glafs,old a0 I, that am rudely stampt, and want love's majesty,dT To ftrut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by diffembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, fent before my time

Into

Into this breathing world, fcarce half made up;
And that fo lamely and unfashionably,
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them:
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pais way the time;
Unless to spy my fhadow in the fun, udited ob oT.
And defcant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, fince I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain thefe fair well-fpoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain,

And hate the idle pleafures of thefe days.

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DE SPA I R.

mylife

-Slave, I have fet my

upon a caft, And I will stand the hazard of the dye.

-I think, there be fix Richmonds in the field;
Five have I flain to day inftead of him.

-A horfe! a horfe ! my kingdom for a horse!
Ibid. A. 5. Sc. 8.

DESPER A TION.

What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood, my Lord?
Or to the dreadful fummit of the cliff,

That beetles o'er his bafe into the fea;
And there affume fome other horrible form,
Which might deprive your fov'reignty of reafon,
And draw you into madness? Think of it.
The very place puts toys of defperation,
Without more motive, into ev'ry brain,
That looks fo many fathoms to the fea;
And hears it roar beneath.

Hamlet, A. 1. Sc. 7.

DESPONDENCY,

Oh, Sun, thy uprise fhall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we take any come to this
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The hearts, That fpaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their fweets On bloffoming Cæfar: and this pine is bark'd,sm to 21 That over-topt them all.basqal ylabus må jadi vi dem Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4. Sc. 10. moirogong distemalta biferus, in red7:11 Suish bṚgashib yd SqUDETESTATION omit you stated just brindas, b'może C