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There's nothing in this world can make me joy ; (9) Life is as tedious as a twice told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Before the curing of a ftrong difeafe, Ev'n in the inftant of repair and health, The fit is strongest: evils that take leave, On their departure, most of all fhew evil.
Danger lays hold of any Support..
He that stands upon a flipp'ry place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Arthur's pathetic Speeches to Hubert.
Methinks, nobody should be fad but I;
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you the heart? when your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows; (The best I had, a princess wrought it me)
(9) Life, &c.] So in another part of the play, he says,
This act is as an ancient tale new told,
I bring this paffage chiefly that the Reader may more carefully dwell on the inimitable beauties of that in the text.
And I did never afk it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head;
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Alas, what need you be fo boift'rous rough?
I will not ftir nor wince, nor fpeak a word,
Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you,
Hub. None but to lofe your eyes.
Art. Oheav'n! that there were but a moth in yours,
Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there,
SCENE II. To add to Perfection, fuperfluous, and fufpicious.
To gild refin'd gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Is wafteful and ridiculous excess.
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In this the antique and well-noted face Of plain old form is much disfigured: And, like a fhifted wind unto a fail,
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about;
This is the man fhou'd do the bloody deed;
The colour of the king doth come and go, Between his purpose and his confcience, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles fent; His paffion is fo ripe, it needs must break.
SCENE IV. News-tellers on the Death of Arthur.
Old men and beldams, in the streets,
Do prophecy upon it dangeroufly:
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths;
And he that fpeaks doth gripe the hearer's wrift,
The whilft his iron did on the anvil cool,
Kings evil Purposes too fervilely and haftily executed.
(10) It is the curfe of kings, to be attended
By flaves that take their humours for a warrant,
(10) It is, &c.] So the king, in A King and no King, obferves,
If there were no such instruments as thou,
That breaks each precept both of God and man,
Merely because it is a law, and good,
And live with him; for him thou can'ft not spoil.
And a little before, he speaks of Beffus, as the most horrid object, after confenting to his wicked propofal.
But thou appear'ft to me after thy grant,
Like flames of fulphur, which methinks do dart
Act 3. the end.
A Villain's Look, and wicked Zeal.
How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done? For had'ft not thou been by, A fellow, by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted and fign'd to do a deed of shame, This murther had not come into my mind. Hadft thou but fhook thy head, or made a paufe, When I fpake darkly what I purposed; Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, Or bid me tell my tale in exprefs words; Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me.
Truft not thofe cunning waters of his eyes,
SCENE VII. Despair.
(11) If thou didst but consent
(11) It is, &c.] So in the Winter's Tale. Paulina tells the king his crime is fo great, it can never be forgotten, and nothing re mains for him but to despair.