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Shakespeare quotes on warThis were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold 8 Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy As thus, mine eye's due is thy outward part, And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart The bloody spur cannot provoke him on, That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, Which heavily he answers with a groan, More sharp to me than spurring to his side, For that same groan doth put this in my mind, My grief lies onward and my joy behind O what excuse will my poor beast then find, When swift extremity can seem but slow? Then should I spur though mounted on the wind, In winged speed no motion shall I know, Then can no horse with my desire keep pace, Therefore desire (of perfect'st love being made) Shall neigh (no dull flesh) in his fiery race, But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade, Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn 60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend 62 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense, Tibey are the lords and owners of their faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence So that eternal love in love's fresh case, Weighs not the dust and injury of age, Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, But makes antiquity for aye his page, Finding the first conceit of love there bred, Source: THE SONNETS And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his Majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection The Florentines and Senoys are by th' ears; Have fought with equal fortune, and continue A braving war Such a man Might be a copy to these younger times; Which, followed well, would demonstrate them now But goers backward Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no god, that would not extend his might only where qualities were level; Diana no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight surpris'd without rescue in the first assault, or ransom afterward Fare thee well, kind maid; Thy pains, not us'd, must by thyself be paid; Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward Good Captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon? An I were not a very coward I'd compel it of you; but fare you well No vessel can peep forth but 'tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more Than could his war resisted Your wife and brother Made wars upon me, and their contestation Was theme for you; you were the word of war He hath given his empire Up to a whore, who now are levying The kings o' th' earth for war He is already Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome That Photinus an eunuch and your maids Manage this war He at Philippi kept His sword e'en like a dancer, while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius; and 'twas I That the mad Brutus ended; he alone Dealt on lieutenantry, and no practice had In the brave squares of war Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart Makes only wars on thee And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church and have a good priest that can tell you what marriage is; this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber warp, warp Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapp'd him o' th' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole The children thus dispos'd, my wife and I, Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd, Fast'ned ourselves at either end the mast, And, floating straight, obedient to the stream, Was carried towards Corinth, as we thought At length another ship had seiz'd on us; And, knowing whom it was their hap to save, Gave healthful welcome to their ship-wreck'd guests, And would have reft the fishers of their prey, Had not their bark been very slow of sail; And therefore homeward did they bend their course But here must end the story of my life; And happy were I in my timely death, Could all my travels warrant me they live Soon at five o'clock, Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart, And afterward consort you till bed time I should kick, being kick'd; and being at that pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold till my lord return from the wars Your lord and Titus Lartius are set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing and to make it brief wars All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of- Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! All hurt behind! Backs red, and faces pale With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe And make my wars on you Well fought; we are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands Nor cowardly in retire O! let me clip ye In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart As merry as when our nuptial day was done, And tapers burn'd to bedward When steel grows Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made An overture for th' wars Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's will- 'tis strongly wedg'd up in a block-head; but if it were at liberty 'twould sure southward Exeunt CORIOLANUS and MENENIUS He has it now; and by his looks methinks 'Tis warm at's heart We will be there before the stream o' th' people; And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own, Which we have goaded onward I muse my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To call them woollen vassals, things created To buy and sell with groats; to show bare heads In congregations, to yawn, be still, and wonder, When one but of my ordinance stood up To speak of peace or war the centurions and their charges, distinctly billeted, already in th' entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning LEONATUS.' So far I read aloud; But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by th' rest and takes it thankfully Our dear son, When you have given good morning to your mistress, Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need T' employ you towards this Roman Not any; but abide the change of time, Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place which lessens and sets off; And you may then revolve what tales I have told you Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war The pow'rs that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britain [Aside] O noble strain! O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards and base things sire base Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such As war were hoodwink'd Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath moe ministers than we That draw his knives i' th' war Then, after other music, follows the two young LEONATI, brothers to POSTHUMUS, with wounds, as they died in the wars Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch, so like the King That was and is the question of these wars But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill 'Tis unmanly grief; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschool'd; For what we know must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died to-day, 'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward Peace! sit you down And let me wring your heart; for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz'd it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley Then let me hear Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, What yesternight our Council did decree In forwarding this dear expedience Tut! our horses they shall not see- I'll tie them in the wood; our wizards we will change after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments Revolted Mortimer? He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, But by the chance of war Was it for me to kill the heir apparent? Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules; but beware instinct That thou art my son I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion, but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip that doth warrant me At my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets, and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, By south and east is to my part assign'd; All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, And all the fertile land within that bound, To Owen Glendower; and, dear coz, to you The remnant northward lying off from Trent My daughter weeps; she will not part with you; She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune, nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn fox; and for woman-hood, Maid Marian may be the deputy's wife of the ward to thee The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John What, Hal? How now, mad wag? What a devil dost thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy He presently, as greatness knows itself, Steps me a little higher than his vow Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh; And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Some certain edicts and some strait decrees That lie too heavy on the commonwealth; Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep Over his country's wrongs; and by this face, This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he did angle for; Proceeded further- cut me off the heads Of all the favourites that the absent King In deputation left behind him here When he was personal in the Irish war But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy, And there is my Lord of Worcester, and a head Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior If I may be believ'd, so; if not, let them that should reward valour bear the sin upon their own heads I am the worse when one says 'swagger.' Feel, masters, how I shake; look you, I warrant you 'Tis not ten years gone Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, Did feast together, and in two years after Were they at wars O, who shall believe But you misuse the reverence of your place, Employ the countenance and grace of heav'n As a false favourite doth his prince's name, In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up, Under the counterfeited zeal of God, The subjects of His substitute, my father, And both against the peace of heaven and him Have here up-swarm'd them Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place The second property of your excellent sherris is the warming of the blood; which before, cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, When rage and hot blood are his counsellors When means and lavish manners meet together, O, with what wings shall his affections fly Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay! WARWICK The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between; And the old folk, Time's doting chronicles, Say it did so a little time before That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died Is he so hasty that he doth suppose My sleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither Re-enter WARWICK Now where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me? WARWICK Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND, and others WARWICK The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her With good acceptance of his Majesty; Save that there was not time enough to hear, As I perceiv'd his Grace would fain have done, The severals and unhidden passages Of his true tides to some certain dukedoms, And generally to the crown and seat of France, Deriv'd from Edward, his great-grandfather Your Highness, lately sending into France, Did claim some certain dukedoms in the right Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third My most redoubted father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe; For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom, Though war nor no known quarrel were in question, But that defences, musters, preparations, Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, As were a war in expectation To the mines! Tell you the Duke it is not so good to come to the mines; for, look you, the mines is not according to the disciplines of the war; the concavities of it is not sufficient Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentleman, that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in th' aunchient wars, upon my particular knowledge of his directions By Cheshu, he will maintain his argument as well as any military man in the world, in the disciplines of the pristine wars of the Romans Captain Macmorris, when there is more better opportunity to be required, look you, I will be so bold as to tell you I know the disciplines of war; and there is an end By faith and honour, Our madams mock at us and plainly say Our mettle is bred out, and they will give Their bodies to the lust of English youth To new-store France with bastard warriors But it is very well; what he has spoke to me, that is well, I warrant you, when time is serve It is the greatest admiration in the universal world, when the true and aunchient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France; Jaques of Chatillon, Admiral of France; The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures; Great Master of France, the brave Sir Guichard Dolphin; John Duke of Alencon; Antony Duke of Brabant, The brother to the Duke of Burgundy; And Edward Duke of Bar To England will I steal, and there I'll steal; And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars, And swear I got them in the Gallia wars Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls that war hath never ent'red Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward Why live we idly here? Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear; Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury, And he may well in fretting spend his gall Nor men nor money hath he to make war Froissart, a countryman of ours, records England all Olivers and Rowlands bred During the time Edward the Third did reign God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconster The mind of Talbot as you did mistake The outward composition of his body Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset; His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence, Third son to the third Edward, King of England This blot that they object against your house Shall be wip'd out in the next Parliament, Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester; And if thou be not then created York, I will not live to be accounted Warwick True; and thou seest that I no issue have, And that my fainting words do warrant death O, how this discord doth afflict my soul! Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold My sighs and tears and will not once relent? Who should be pitiful, if you be not? Or who should study to prefer a peace, If holy churchmen take delight in broils? WARWICK Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach That malice was a great and grievous sin; And will not you maintain the thing you teach, But prove a chief offender in the same? WARWICK [Drum sounds afar off] Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward Enter the DUKE OF BURGUNDY and his forces Now in the rearward comes the Duke and his Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON WARWICK If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee O, negligent and heedless discipline! How are we park'd and bounded in a pale A little herd of England's timorous deer, Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs! If we be English deer, be then in blood; Not rascal-like to fall down with a pinch, But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags, Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel And make the cowards stand aloof at bay O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! So should we save a valiant gentleman By forfeiting a traitor and a coward Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul, And on his son, young John, who two hours since I met in travel toward his warlike father Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts? Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity That warranteth by law to be thy privilege Insulting Charles! Hast thou by secret means Us'd intercession to obtain a league, And now the matter grows to compromise Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison? Either accept the title thou usurp'st, Of benefit proceeding from our king And not of any challenge of desert, Or we will plague thee with incessant wars Now, by the death of Him that died for all, These counties were the keys of Normandy! But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son? WARWICK And he of these that can do most of all Cannot do more in England than the Nevils; Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers Your Grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York, To be the post, in hope of his reward His eldest sister, Anne, My mother, being heir unto the crown, Married Richard Earl of Cambridge, who was To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son, son As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, When from thy shore the tempest beat us back, I stood upon the hatches in the storm; And when the dusky sky began to rob My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view, I took a costly jewel from my neck- A heart it was, bound in with diamonds- And threw it towards thy land A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? WARWICK They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died; They say in him they fear your Highness' death; And mere instinct of love and loyalty, Free from a stubborn opposite intent, As being thought to contradict your liking, Makes them thus forward in his banishment Ah, what a sign it is of evil life Where death's approach is seen so terrible! WARWICK O Thou eternal Mover of the heavens, Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch! O, beat away the busy meddling fiend That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, And from his bosom purge this black despair! WARWICK Never yet did base dishonour blur our name But with our sword we wip'd away the blot; Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge, Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defac'd, And I proclaim'd a coward through the world If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more; I think he hath a very fair warning What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him; And he that brings his head unto the King Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward Oft have I seen a hot o'er weening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Who, being suffer'd, with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried; And such a piece of service will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, WARWICK is hoarse with calling thee to arms Enter DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and soldiers, with white roses in their hats WARWICK Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart, To make a shambles of the parliament house! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Shall be the war that Henry means to use In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, Or live in peace abandon'd and despis'd! Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND WARWICK Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife? What is your quarrel? How began it first? EDWARD Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dy'd Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart A woman's general; what should we fear? [A march afar off] EDWARD How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love! EDWARD Ah, one that was a woeful looker-on When as the noble Duke of York was slain, Your princely father and my loving lord! EDWARD Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick? And when came George from Burgundy to England? WARWICK Some six miles off the Duke is with the soldiers; And for your brother, he was lately sent From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy, With aid of soldiers to this needful war Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; And when thou fail'st- as God forbid the hour!- Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and soldiers EDWARD Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king? EDWARD Iron of Naples hid with English gilt, Whose father bears the title of a king- As if a channel should be call'd the sea- Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught, To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart? EDWARD Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death; For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded Who's this? O God! It is my father's face, Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd My Queen and son are gone to France for aid; And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick Is thither gone to crave the French King's sister To wife for Edward He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd; That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more; Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, Inferreth arguments of mighty strength, And in conclusion wins the King from her With promise of his sister, and what else, To strengthen and support King Edward's place His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But from deceit bred by necessity; For how can tyrants safely govern home Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice, That Henry liveth still; but were he dead, Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years, And not betray thy treason with a blush? WARWICK Can Oxford that did ever fence the right Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame! Leave Henry, and call Edward king Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I use further conference with Warwick I like it well that our fair Queen and mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few bands of chosen soldiers, I'll undertake to land them on our coast And force the tyrant from his seat by war But, Warwick, Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, Therefore delay not- give thy hand to Warwick; And with thy hand thy faith irrevocable That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, But dreadful war shall answer his demand I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown, And I'll be chief to bring him down again; Not that I pity Henry's misery, But seek revenge on Edward's mockery 'Go tell false Edward, the supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride.' KING EDWARD 'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow-garland for his sake.' KING EDWARD 'Tell him' quoth she 'my mourning weeds are done, And I am ready to put armour on.' KING EDWARD 'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.' KING EDWARD Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words? Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in friendship That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour Till we meet Warwick with his foreign pow'r Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow Never to lie and take his natural rest Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent But to defend his person from night-foes? Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French soldiers, silent all WARWICK Alas, how should you govern any kingdom That know not how to use ambassadors, Nor how to be contented with one wife, Nor how to use your brothers brotherly, Nor how to study for the people's welfare, Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies? KING EDWARD Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too? Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance, Of thee thyself and all thy complices, Edward will always bear himself as King What now remains, my lords, for us to do But march to London with our soldiers? WARWICK Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner; Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares; And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the Bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe This is it that makes me bridle passion And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown King Edward's fruit, true heir to th' English crown But to prevent the tyrant's violence- For trust not him that hath once broken faith- I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary To save at least the heir of Edward's right My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more wars befor't be long Ah, froward Clarence, how evil it beseems the To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother! Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dried their water-flowing tears; I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd Hark, hark, my lord! What shouts are these? Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers KING EDWARD Exeunt some with KING HENRY And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains Coventry Enter WARWICK, the MAYOR OF COVENTRY, two MESSENGERS, and others upon the walls WARWICK O unbid spite! Is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts or how are they seduc'd That we could hear no news of his repair? KING EDWARD I thought, at least, he would have said the King; Or did he make the jest against his will? WARWICK Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight; And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my King, Warwick his subject 'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.' Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours WARWICK What, Warwick, wilt thou leave die town and fight? Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? WARWICK Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence! I will away towards Barnet presently And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breath'd his last; And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.' And more he would have said; and more he spoke, Which sounded like a clamour in a vault, That mought not be distinguish'd; but at last, I well might hear, delivered with a groan, 'O farewell, Warwick!' WARWICK Women and children of so high a courage, And warriors faint! Why, 'twere perpetual shame Enter, at a distance, KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers KING EDWARD Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and forces, With QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners KING EDWARD But if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! KING EDWARD Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of; For I have often heard my mother say I came into the world with my legs forward Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, NURSE, with the Young PRINCE, and attendants KING EDWARD The subjects' grief Comes through commissions, which compels from each The sixth part of his substance, to be levied Without delay; and the pretence for this Is nam'd your wars in France When I came hither I was Lord High Constable And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Bohun But will you be more justified? You ever Have wish'd the sleeping of this business; never desir'd It to be stirr'd; but oft have hind'red, oft, The passages made toward it Unsolicited I left no reverend person in this court, But by particular consent proceeded Under your hands and seals; therefore, go on, For no dislike i' th' world against the person Of the good Queen, but the sharp thorny points Of my alleged reasons, drives this forward Have I liv'd thus long-let me speak myself, Since virtue finds no friends-a wife, a true one? A woman, I dare say without vain-glory, Never yet branded with suspicion? 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, Almost forgot my prayers to content him, And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well, lords Now I feel Of what coarse metal ye are moulded-envy; How eagerly ye follow my disgraces, As if it fed ye; and how sleek and wanton Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin! Follow your envious courses, men of malice; You have Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt In time will find their fit rewards DUKE OF SUFFOLK, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as High Steward 'O sir,' says answer 'at your best command, At your employment, at your service, sir!' 'No, sir,' says question 'I, sweet sir, at yours.' And so, ere answer knows what question would, Saving in dialogue of compliment, And talking of the Alps and Apennines, The Pyrenean and the river Po- It draws toward supper in conclusion so God shall forgive you Coeur-de-lion's death The rather that you give his offspring life, Shadowing their right under your wings of war The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war Arthur of Britaine, yield thee to my hand, And out of my dear love I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury, And with a great heart heave away this storm; Commend these waters to those baby eyes That never saw the giant world enrag'd, Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Full of warm blood, of mirth, of gossiping My holy lord of Milan, from the King I come, to learn how you have dealt for him; And, as you answer, I do know the scope And warrant limited unto my tongue The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin, And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honour and respect may take, With purpose presently to leave this war Gentlemen all- alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer Messala, I have here received letters That young Octavius and Mark Antony Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him Know we have divided In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths while we Unburthen'd crawl toward death Hear me, recreant! On thine allegiance, hear me! Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow- Which we durst never yet- and with strain'd pride To come between our sentence and our power,- Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,- Our potency made good, take thy reward But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that, sons at perfect age, and fathers declining, the father should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue Into her womb convey sterility; Dry up in her the organs of increase; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her Thou shalt find That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off for ever; thou shalt, I warrant thee If she sustain him and his hundred knights, When I have show'd th' unfitness- Enter [Oswald the] Steward Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes upward, let him draw thee after If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st Which scarcely keeps thee warm [Exit an Officer.] What can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense? He that helps him take all my outward worth The bounty and the benison of heaven To boot, and boot! Enter [Oswald the] Steward Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my father in his wars bear this significant [giving a letter] to the country maid Jaquenetta; there is remuneration, for the best ward of mine honour is rewarding my dependents Muster your wits; stand in your own defence; Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence Your Highness' part Is to receive our duties, and our duties Are to your throne and state, children and servants, Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honor Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee And Duncan's horses-a thing most strange and certain- Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind And this report Hath so exasperate the King that he Prepares for some attempt of war Now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home "Fear not, till Birnam Wood Do come to Dunsinane," and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane And thou the velvet; thou art good velvet; thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee Has censur'd him Already, and, as I hear, the Provost hath A warrant for his execution There is a vice that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am At war 'twixt will and will not Merely, thou art Death's fool; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun And yet run'st toward him still Either this is envy in you, folly, or mistaking; the very stream of his life, and the business he hath helmed, must, upon a warranted need, give him a better proclamation We have very oft awak'd him, as if to carry him to execution, and show'd him a seeming warrant for it; it hath not moved him at all Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come O, Sir, you must; and therefore I beseech you Look forward on the journey you shall go Not a word; if you have anything to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day I am sorry one so learned and so wise As you, Lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood And lack of temper'd judgment afterward 'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.' This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts Exit GRATIANO Come, you and I will thither presently; And in the morning early will we both Fly toward Belmont Nay, Got's lords and his ladies! you must speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards her Ay, forsooth; but he is as tall a man of his hands as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a warrener Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; smelling so sweetly, all musk, and so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best and the fairest, that would have won any woman's heart; and I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her I had myself twenty angels given me this morning; but I defy all angels, in any such sort, as they say, but in the way of honesty; and, I warrant you, they could never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all; and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her you are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance, authentic in your place and person, generally allow'd for your many war-like, courtlike, and learned preparations Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber; you shall hear how things go, and, I warrant, to your content Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger- bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisby, is the better- he for a man, God warrant us Dost thou affect her, Claudio? Claud.O my lord, When you went onward on this ended action, I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, That lik'd, but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love; But now I am return'd and that war-thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is, Saying I lik'd her ere I went to wars Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame, I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing; but I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us I never yet saw man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, But she would spell him backward But who dare tell her so? If I should speak, She would mock me into air; O, she would laugh me Out of myself, press me to death with wit! Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises; as to be a Dutchman to-day, a Frenchman to-morrow; or in the shape of two countries at once, as a German from the waist downward, all slops, and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet Only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I must shortly hear from him or I will subscribe him a coward I therefore apprehend and do attach thee For an abuser of the world, a practicer Of arts inhibited and out of warrant Of thirty sail; and now they do re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus I do agnize A natural and prompt alacrity I find in hardness and do undertake These present wars against the Ottomites Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, A traitor to his God, his King, and him; And dares him to set forward to the fight Now put it, God, in the physician's mind To help him to his grave immediately! The lining of his coffers shall make coats To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul- Whom fair befall in heaven 'mongst happy souls!- May be a precedent and witness good That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke of Hereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him The bay trees in our country are all wither'd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap- The one in fear to lose what they enjoy, The other to enjoy by rage and war Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other; And if King Edward be as true and just As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up- About a prophecy which says that G Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; And, if I fail not in my deep intent, Clarence hath not another day to live; Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter I do beseech you, either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers; Or, if she be accus'd on true report, Bear with her weakness, which I think proceeds From wayward sickness and no grounded malice Ay, madam; he desires to make atonement Between the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers, And between them and my Lord Chamberlain; And sent to warn them to his royal presence I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour for an inward toil; And for unfelt imaginations They often feel a world of restless cares, So that between their tides and low name There's nothing differs but the outward fame If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, And I will send you to my brother Gloucester, Who shall reward you better for my life Than Edward will for tidings of my death Enter KING EDWARD sick, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, and others KING EDWARD There, Hastings; I will never more remember Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! KING EDWARD Good morrow to my sovereign king and Queen; And, princely peers, a happy time of day! KING EDWARD Thou art a widow, yet thou art a mother And hast the comfort of thy children left; But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands- Clarence and Edward Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne Now, fair befall you! He deserv'd his death; And your good Graces both have well proceeded To warn false traitors from the like attempts 'Thus saith the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferr'd'- But nothing spoke in warrant from himself And must she die for this? O, let her live, And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty, Slander myself as false to Edward's bed, Throw over her the veil of infamy; So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, I will confess she was not Edward's daughter In God's name cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war [To RICHMOND] Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Live, and beget a happy race of kings! Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish A thousand times the worse, to want thy light! Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, towards school with heavy looks [aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.- Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell The people in the street cry 'Romeo,' Some 'Juliet,' and some 'Paris'; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd Husht, master! Here's some good pastime toward; That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward I promis'd to enquire carefully About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca; And by good fortune I have lighted well On this young man; for learning and behaviour Fit for her turn, well read in poetry And other books- good ones, I warrant ye Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was ever man so ray'd? Was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward You shall not choose but drink before you go; I think I shall command your welcome here, And by all likelihood some cheer is toward 'Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dewlapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find Each putter-out of five for one will bring us Good warrant of I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid- Weak masters though ye be-I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war Commend me to their loves; and I am proud, say, that my occasions have found time to use 'em toward a supply of money If by this crime he owes the law his life, Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore; For law is strict, and war is nothing more I'll ever serve his mind with my best will; Whilst I have gold, I'll be his steward still Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant I beg of you to know me, good my lord, T' accept my grief, and whilst this poor wealth lasts To entertain me as your steward still Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, You perpetual-sober gods! I do proclaim One honest man- mistake me not, but one; No more, I pray- and he's a steward [They open the tomb] There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars I'll make you feed on berries and on roots, And feed on curds and whey, and suck the goat, And cabin in a cave, and bring you up To be a warrior and command a camp And when you come to him, at the first approach you must kneel; then kiss his foot; then deliver up your pigeons; and then look for your reward Now will I to that old Andronicus, And temper him with all the art I have, To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths From isles of Greece The princes orgillous, their high blood chaf'd, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruel war To Tenedos they come, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge Their war-like fraughtage Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are; Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these; and at all these wards I lie at, at a thousand watches There's Ulysses and old Nestor-whose wit was mouldy ere your grandsires had nails on their toes-yoke you like draught oxen, and make you plough up the wars After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the Neapolitan bone-ache! for that, methinks, is the curse depending on those that war for a placket Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are ware; you'll be so true to him to be false to him Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war If in his death the gods have us befriended; Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character Taunt him with the license of ink; if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down; go about it His dishonesty appears in leaving his friend here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship, ask Fabian That face of his I do remember well; Yet when I saw it last it was besmear'd As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war I to myself am dearer than a friend; For love is still most precious in itself; And Silvia- witness heaven, that made her fair!- Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And instances of infinite of love, Warrant me welcome to my Proteus Some sixteen months, and longer might have stay'd, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour, But think upon my grief, a lady's grief, And on the justice of my flying hence To keep me from a most unholy match, Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence; Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, But mount you presently, and meet with me Upon the rising of the mountain foot That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled But I'd say he had not, And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to th' nayward Madam, if't please the Queen to send the babe, I know not what I shall incur to pass it, Having no warrant This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-door-work; they were warmer that got this than the poor thing is here I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter; I am false of heart that way, and that he knew, I warrant him Exit AUTOLYCUS, Singing Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any silk, any thread, Any toys for your head, Of the new'st and fin'st, fin'st wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money's a meddler That doth utter all men's ware-a Enter another GENTLEMAN Here comes the Lady Paulina's steward; he can deliver you more '"Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me, Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood; Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me Of grief and blushes, aptly understood In bloodless white and the encrimsoned mood- Effects of terror and dear modesty, Encamped in hearts, but fighting outwardly '"Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, And supplicant their sighs to your extend, To leave the batt'ry that you make 'gainst mine, Lending soft audience to my sweet design, And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath, That shall prefer and undertake my troth." 'This said, his wat'ry eyes he did dismount, Whose sights till then were levelled on my face; Each cheek a river running from a fount With brinish current downward flowed apace Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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