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Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new-reap'd,
Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
He was perfumed like a milliner ;
And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
A pouncet box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose.
And still he smild and talk'd :
And, as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He callid them “ untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corle
Betwixt the wind and his nobility."
With many holiday and lady terms
He question'd me: amongst the reft, demanded
My prisoners in yoor Majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds, being gallid
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd neglectingly

I know not what-
He should or thould not : for he made me mad,
To see him shine fo brisk, and smell fo sweet,
And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (Heav'n save the mark!)
And telling me, the fovereign'1t thing on earth
Was parmacity for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity (fo it was)

This villanous faltpetre fhould be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which nany a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly: and but for these vile guns
He would himself have been a soldier.-
This bald, unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.

VII. Hotspur's Soliloquy on the Contents of a Letter.
BUT, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well

contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house."-He could be contented to be there! Why is he not then ?-In respect of the love he bears our koule! He fhows in this, he loves his own barn better


than he loves our house. Let me see some more. “The purpose you undertake is dangerous.”-Why, that's certain : 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord. Fool, out of this nettle danger, we pluck this flower safety. “ The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named, uncer. tain; the time itself, unforted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition.” Say you so, say you fo? I say unto you again, you are a Shallow cowardly hind, and you lie.

lie. What a lackbrain is this! Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and constant; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation ; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this ! Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this ras. cal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself; Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are there not some of them set forward already! What a Pagan rascal is this !'an infidel !-Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O! I could divide myself and go to boffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with fo honourable an action.---Hang him ! let him tell the king. We are prepared. I will set forward to-night.

VIlI. -Othello's Apology for his Marriage.
MOST Potent, grave, and reverend figniors ;

My very noble and approv'd good masters-
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true ; true, I have married her :
The very head and front of my offending ,
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in speech,
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace :
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have usd
Their deareft action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I speak,


More than pertains to feats of broils and batile ;
And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic,
(For such proceeding I am chary'd withal)
I won his daughter with.-

Her father lov'd-me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life
From year to year ; the battles, fieges, fortunes,
That I had past.
I ran it through, ev'n from my boyith days
To the very moment that he bade me tell it.
Wherein I spake of most difattrous chances ;
Of moving accidents by flood and field;
Of hair breadth 'Icapes in th' imminent deadly breach;
Of being taken by the infolent foe,
And fold to flavery; of my redemption thence,
And with it all my travel's history.

-All these to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house-affairs would draw her thence ; Which ever as she could with halte dispatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse.' Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate; Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not distinctively. I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did fpeak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My ftory being done, She gave me for my pains a world of fighs. She fwore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wilh'd the had not heard it; yet she wish'd That Heav'n had made her such a man. She thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. On this hint I fpake:

She lor'd me for the dangers I had palt;
And I lov'd her, that the did pity them.-
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd.

IX. Henry IVth's Soliloquy on Sleep.
How many thousands of my poorest subjects

Are at this hour asleep!- gentle Sleep!
Nature's soft nurse ! how have I frighted thee,
That thou

no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downa
And steep my senses in forgetfulness i
Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And huih'd with buzzing night flies to thy llumber,
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lullid with sounds of sweetest melody?
Othou dull god ! why lielt thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leav's the kingly couch
A watch-case to a common larum-bell?
Wilt thou, pon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge,
And, in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deafʼning clamours in the slipp'ry shrouds,
That, with the hurly, Death itself awakes;
Canst thou, ( partial Sleep! give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour fo rude,
And, in the calmeft and the stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king i-Then, happy lowly clown !
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

X. Captain Bobadil's Method of Defeating an Army,
I WILL tell you, Sir, by the way of private and un-

der seal, I am a gentleman ; and live here obscure, and to myself: but, were I known to his Majesty and the lords, observe me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to save the one half, nay three fourths of lus


yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy foever. And how would I do it, think you ?- Why thus, Sir. I would select nineteen more to myself, through out the land : gentlemen they fhould be ; of good fpirit, strong and able conftitution. I would choose them by an instinct that I have. And I would teach these nineteen the special rules ; as your Punto, your Reverso, your Stoccata, your Imbroccata, your Passada, your Montona to; till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myself. This done, fay the enemy were forty thousand strong.

We twenty would come into the field, the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would chal. lenge twenty of the enemy : they could not, in their honour, refufe us.

Wellwe would kill thenr: challenge twenty more~ kill them : twenty moremkill them: twenty more kill them too. And, thus, would nie kill, every man, his ten a-day-that's ten feore: ten' score-that's two hundred : two hundred aday-five days, a thousand: forty thousand- forty times five--five times forty-two hundred days kill them all up by computation. And this I will venture my poor gentlemanlike carcase to perform (provided there be no treason practifed upon us) by fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly-by the sword. , XL Soliloquy of Hamlet's Uncle on the Murder of his

OH! my offence is rank; it smells to heaven :

It hath the primal, eldeft curse upon’t !
A brother's murder - Pray I cannot,
Though inclination be as sharp as 'twill :
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent ;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin-
And both neglect.-What, if this curled hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood;
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heav'ns
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,
But td "confront the visage of offence ?
And what's in prayer, but this twofold force ;
To be forestalled, ere we come to fill ;
Or pardon’d, being down ?- Then, I'll lovk up.
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