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SCENE VI. New Cuftoms.
Though they be never fo ridiculous,
ACT II. SCENE II.
The Duke of Buckingham's Prayer for the King.
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Dependants not to be too much trusted by great Men,
This from a dying man receive as certain :
Where you are lib'ral of your loves and counfels,
Like water from ye, never found again,
SCENE III. A good Wife.
A lofs of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
SCENE V. The Bleffings of a low Station. (1) 'Tis better to be lowly born,. range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glitt'ring grief, And wear a golden forrow.
SCENE VI. Queen Catherine's Speech to her Hufband.
(z) Alas, fir,
In what have I offended you? What cause
Yea, fubject to your count'nance; glad or forry,
I ever contradicted your defire?
Or made it not mine too? Which of your friends
(1) See the 50th page foregoing. Horace thus advises in his roth epiftle, L. 1.
Fuge magna, &c.
Forfake the gaudy tinfel of the great;
(2) Alas, fir,] The reader will find in the 2d fcene of the 38 act of the Winter's Tale, a fpeech, made by the queen, on being accufed by her husband, very fimilar to this: 'Tis spoken in court, where the innocent Hermione appear'd, and was condemned by her jealous husband,
Continue in my liking? Nay, gave notice,
Queen Catherine's Speech to Cardinal Wolfey. -You are meek, and humble-mouth'd; You fign your place and calling, in full seeming, With meekness and humility: but your heartIs cramm'd with arrogancy, fpleen, and pride: You have by fortune, and his highness' favours, Gone flightly o'er low steps; and now are mounted, Where pow'rs are your retainers; and your words, Domesticks to you, ferve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell You tender more your perfon's honour, than Your high profeffion spiritual.
ACT III. SCENE I.
-On her own Merit..
Have I liv'd thus long (let me speak myself,
Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one?
Never yet branded with fufpicion ?
Have I, with all my full affections,
Still met the king? Lov'd him, next heav'n obey'd him?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?
Qucen Catherine compared to a Lilly.
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
Obedience to Princes.
The hearts of princes kifs obedience,
SCENE III. Horror, its outward Effects.
Some strange commotion
Is in his brain; he bites his lip, and ftarts;
(3) Like the lilly,] So Spencer calls
The lilly, lady of the flow'ring field.
Faerie Queene, B. 2, 5, 6. f. 16.
Though perils did
Abound, as thick as thought could make 'em, and
SCENE IV. Anger, its external Effects.
What fudden anger's this? How have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes. (5) So looks the chafed lion
(4) As dotb, &c.] This fimile is ufed both by Virgil and Homer :-
Amidst the fea: which while the roaring tide
He like a rock, which o'er the ocean wide,
See Id. En. 10,
(5) So looks, &c.]
So when on fultry Libya's defert fand,
Rozve's Lucan, B. 1.