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Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest !
I do defy him, and I spit at him ;
Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain :
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds ;
And meet him, were I ty’d to run a-foot,
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps.
My ashes, as the phenix, may bring forth
A bird that will revenge upon you all :
And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,
Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
Let him do his spite :
My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints.
up the gates, I'll be
Shall I be flouted thus by dung-hill grooms ?
Who sets me else ? by heav'n, I'll throw at all :
I have a thousand spirits in my breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe':
Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek
Out-swell the cholic of puff’d Aquilon :
Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood;
Thou blow'st for Hector.
Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them.
But I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ;-
Why, love foreswore me in my mother's womb :
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub,
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size ;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I then a man to be belov'd ?
Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger ;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
Away towards Salisbury; while we reason here,
A royal battle might be won and lost.
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late ;
'Tis like a pardon after execution :
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me ;
But now I am past all comfort here, but prayers.
A substitute shines brightly as a king,
Until a king be by; and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook
Into the main of waters.
We have with special soul,
Elected him our absence to supply ;
Lent him our terror, drest him with our love ;
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power.
I'gin to be a-weary of the sun,
And wish the estate o'the world were now undone.
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me;
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me.
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more :
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands.-All come to this ? — The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets,
On blossoming Cæsar ; and this pine is bark'd
That overtopped them all.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
For now I stand as one upon a rock,
Environ'd with a wilderness of sea;
Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,
Expecting ever when some envious surge
Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Art thou damn'd.
If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam To hang thee on : or, would'st thou drown thyself, Put but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up.
I pull in resolution: and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth.
Let order die,
And let this world no longer be a stage,
To feed contention in a lingering act;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead !
They have ty'd me to a stake ; I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,
Fly hence and leave me.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what
I do, to spite the world.
And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
T'hat I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.
So cowards fight, when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels offic'd all : I will be gone.
Bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell them, that I will not come to-day;
Cannot, is false ; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day : tell them so, Decius.
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace.
I have given suck : and know
How tender ’tis, to love the babe that milks me :
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn
have done to this.
And that same dew, which sometimes on the buds
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flowret's eyes,
Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.