Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me; Ah, let me live in prison all my days; Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause. Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. [CLIFFORD stabs him. RUT. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tuæ! [Dies. CLIF. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet! And this thy son's blood, cleaving to my blade, Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. K. HENRY VI., PART III., A. 1, s. 3. THE MYSTERY OF DEATH. WE must lay his head to the east : My father hath a reason for't. SONG. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, gone, Fear no more the frown o'the great, To thee the reed is as the oak: Fear no more the lightning-flash, CYMBELINE, A. 4, s. 2. MARRIAGE REPROACHES. Ar, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; The time was once, when thou unurg'st would'st VOW That never words were musick to thine ear, How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it; That thou art then estranged from thyself? Am better than thy dear self's better part. As take from me thyself, and not me too. Should'st thou but hear I were licentious! at me, And from my false hand cut the wedding ring, I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do it. Being strumpeted by thy contagion. Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; I live unstain'd, thou, undishonoured. COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 2, s. 2. MYSTERY OF SYMPATHIES AND ANTIPATHIES. VIOLA. I see you what you are: you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you; O, such love Could be but recompens'd, though you were crown'd The nonpareil of beauty! OLIVIA. How does he love me? VIO. With adorations, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. OLI. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him: Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, VIO. If I did love you in my master's flame, your I would not understand it. OLI. Why, what would you? VIO. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. TWELFTH NIGHT, A. 1, s. 5. THE NATURE IS SURE TO SHOW ITSELF. O THOU goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful That an invisible instínct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught; That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop CYMBELINE, A. 4, s. 2. THE NECESSITY OF RESPONSIBLE POWER FOR HIGH PURPOSES. BUTTS. There, my lord: The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pur suivants, Pages and foot-boys. K. HENRY. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed: Is this the honour they do one another? 'Tis well there's one above them yet. I had thought, They had parted so much honesty among them, Let them alone, and draw the curtain close; K. HENRY VIII., A. 5, s. 2. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE BATTLE. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, |