But not deliver'd-O, hear me breathe my life That's bolted* by the northern blasts twice o'er. Is, at the nuptials of his son, a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more: Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid [hear? Flo. Pol. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial. Reason, my son, Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason, But fair posterity), should hold some counsel Rural Simplicity. I was not much afeard: for once or twice *The sieve used to separate flour from bran is called a bolting cloth. † Talk over his affairs. Love cemented by Prosperity, but loosened by Prosperity's the very bond of love; Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters. ACT V. Wonder, proceeding from sudden Joy. There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they looked, as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one destroyed. A notable passion of wonder appeared in them: but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance* were joy or sorrow; but in the extremity of the one it must needs be. A Statue. What was he that did make it ?-See, my lord, Would you not deem it breath'd ?-and that those veins Did verily bear blood? Pol. Masterly done : The very life seems warm upon her lip. Leon. The fixture of her eye hath motion in't† As we are mock'd with art. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her. What fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her. A Widow compared to a Turtle. I, an old Turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there The thing imported. † I. e. Though her eye be fixed, it seems to have motion in it. As if. PART II.-HISTORICAL PLAYS, CHRONOLOGICALLY ARRANGED, KING JOHN. ACT I. New Titles. GOOD den* sir Richard,-God-a-mercy-fellow;And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter: For new-made honour doth forget men's names; 'Tis too respective,† and too sociable, For your conversion. Now your traveller,- It draws towards supper in conclusion so. * Good evening. + Repectful. My travelled fop. Chatechism. And fits the mounting spirit like myself: ACT II. Description of England. That pale, that white-faced shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Description of an English Army. With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,-- The goddess of revenge. Mischief. Courage. By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occasion. A Boaster. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath? Description of Victory by the French. You men of Angiers, open wide your gates, And let young Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, in; Who, by the hand of France, this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground: Many a widow's husband grovelling lies, Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth; And victory, with little loss, doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French; Who are at hand, triumphantly display'd, To enter conquerors. Victory described by the English. Their armours, that march'd hence so silver bright, Our colours do return in those same hands If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, |