Why then you must- -Will you put out mine eyes? Thefe eyes that never did, nor never fhall, So much as frown on you, Alas, what need you be fo boift'rous rough? I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Hub. None but to lose your eyes. Art. O heav'n! that there were but a moth in yours A grain, a duft, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any anoyance in that precious fense: Then, feeling what small things are boift'rous there, Your vile intent must needs feem horrible.. SCENE II. To add to Perfection, fuperfluous, and fufpicious. To gild refined gold, to paint the lilly, To throw a perfume on the violet, To fmooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper light To feek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish, In this the antique and well-noted face Of plain old form is much disfigured: It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about; Make Makes found opinion fick, and truth fufpected, Murderer's Look. This is the man, fhou'd do the bloody deed; Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his Struggling Confcience. The colour of the king doth come and Between his purpose and his conscience, go, Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles fent ;; SCENE IV. News-Tellers, on the Death of Arthur, Old men and beldams, in the streets, Do prophecy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths; And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrift, ; With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. Kings evil Purposes too fervily and hastily executed. (8) It is the curfe of kings, to be attended To understand a Law, to know a meaning A Villain's Look, and wicked Zeal. How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds, This murther had not come into my mind. Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, (8) It is, &c.] So the king, in A King and no King, observes,, If there were no fuch inftruments as thou, We kings could never act such wicked deeds: Seek out a man that mocks divinity, That breaks each precept both of God and man, And nature's too, and does it without luft, Meerly because it is a law, and good, And live with him; for him thou can'ft not fpoil. And a little before, he speaks of Bessus, as the most horrid object, after confenting to his wicked proposal: But thou appear'ft to me after thy grant, The uglieft, loathed, deteftable thing, That I have met with: thou haft eyes Like flames of fulphur, which methinks do dart Enough to take me in, where there does ftand Act 3. the end. Or Or bid me tell my tale in express words; Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me. SCENE VI. HYPOCRISY Truft not those cunning waters of his eyes, (9) If thou didst but confent To this moft cruel act, do but defpair, And if thou want'ft a cord, the smallest thread, To hang thee on: or would'st thou drown thy self, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle fuch a villain up. ACT V. SCENE. IL A Man's Tears. Let me wipe off this honourable dew, This show'r, blown up by tempeft of the foul,. (9) It is, &c.] So in the Winter's Tale, Paulina tells the king his crime is fo great, it can never be forgiven, and nothing remains for him but to defpair. See Vol. 1. p. 140. Than Than had I feen the vaulty top of heav'n, SCENE IV. away DRUM S. Strike up the drums, and let the tongue Plead for our int'rest. * * ** * * Do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, of war SCENE IX. The Approach of Death. It is too late, the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain, (Which, fome fuppofe, the foul's frail dwelling-houfe,) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretel the ending of mortality. Madness, occafion'd by Poifon. (10) Ay, marry, now my foul hath elbow-room, It would not out at windows, nor at doors. There (10) Ay, marry, &c.] In the Valentinian of Beaumont and Fletcher, the emperor is brought on the stage, poifoned.----There he calls out for |