356 You, lord archbishop, Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd; Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; 357 These things, indeed, you have articulated, 19-iv. 1. With some fine colour, that may please the eye And never yet did insurrection want Such water-colours, to impaint his cause; 18-v. 1. 358 You look pale, and gaze, And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, 29-i. 3. 359 In the most high and palmy state of Rome, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,* Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, 360 There is one within, Besides the things that we have heard and seen, And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead: In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, The noise of battle hurtled in the air, 361 The people fear me; for they do observe 29-ii. 2. Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature: Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over. That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. 19-iv. 4. * In the Prodigies, 36-i. 1. all the editions read "As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,"&c. and this has caused all the commentators to conclude something preceding has been lost; but I am of a different opinion: by reading "Stars fought with trains of fire, and dews of blood," &c. the sense is complete, and in accordance with the prodigy mentioned in Julius Cæsar, 29-ii. 2. "Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds," &c. See also, Judges v. 20, "The stars in their courses fought against Sisera." -362 The night has been unruly: Where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death; And prophesying, with accents terrible, Of dire combustion, and confused events, New hatch'd to the woful time. The obscure bird Clamour'd the live-long night: some say, the earth Was feverous, and did shake. 363 They say, five moons were seen to-night: 364 15-ii. 3. 16-iv. 2. Threescore and ten I can remember well: On Tuesday last, Was by a mousing owl, hawk'd at, and kill’d. 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. "Tis said, they eat each other. 15-ii. 4. THE END. |