THE HEART THE TRUEST TIME- THE sun begins to gild the western sky: That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me. TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, A. 5, s. 1. THE HENBANE OF MISMATCHES. AND thereof came it, that the man was mad: The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by the railing: And therefore comes it, that his head is light. Thou say'st, his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings: Unquiet meals make ill digestions, Thereof the raging fire of fever bred; And what's a fever but a fit of madness ? Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue, (Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair ;) COMEDY OF ERRORS, A. 5, s. 1. THE HEROIC LOVERS' MEETING. O THOU day o'the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 4, s. 8. THE HEROIC MOTHER. CONSTANCE. Gone to be married! gone to swear a peace! False blood to false blood join'd! Gone to be friends! Shall Lewis have Blanch? and Blanch those provinces ? It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears; A widow, husbandless, subject to fears; And though thou now confess, thou didst but jest, With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, them false, That give you cause to prove my saying true. CONST. O, if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die; France friend with England! what becomes of me ? Fellow, be gone: I cannot brook thy sight; But spoke the harm that is by others done? CONST. Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it. ARTHUR. I do beseech you, madam, be con tent. CONST. If thou, that bid'st me be content, wert grim, Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Patch'd with foul moles, and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content; I SAL. Pardon me, madam, may not go without you to the kings. CONST. Thou may'st, thou shalt, I will not go with thee: I will instruct my sorrows to be proud: [She throws herself on the ground. Enter K. JOHN, K. PHILIP, LEWIS, BLANCH, ELINOR, Bastard, AUSTRIA, and Attendants. K. PHILIP. 'Tis true, fair daughter; and this blessed day, Ever in France shall be kept festival: To solemnize this day, the glorious sun CONST. A wicked day, and not a holyday! [Rising. What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done; That it in golden letters should be set, Among the high tides, in the kalendar? Nay, rather, turn this day out of the week; This day of shame, oppression, perjury: Or, if it must stand still, let wives with child Pray, that their burdens may not fall this day, Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd: But on this day, let seamen fear no wreck; No bargains break, that are not this day made: This day, all things begun come to ill end; Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change! K. PHI. By heaven, lady, you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day. CONST. You have beguil'd me with a coun- Resembling majesty; which, being touch'd and tried, Proves valueless: You are forsworn, forsworn; You came in arms to spill mine enemies' blood, But now in arms you strengthen it with yours : The grappling vigour and rough frown of war, Is cold in amity and painted peace, And our oppression hath made up this league :Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings! |