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ness of the master the author of the servant's damna tion:-But this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Besides, there is no king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all unspotted soldiers. Some, per: adventure, have on them the guilt of premeditated and contrived murder; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men have defeated the law, and outrun native punishment,* though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is his vengeance; so that here men are punished, for before breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel: where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish: Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was be sore guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's: but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dy. ing so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein such preparations was gained: and in him that escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see his greatness, and to teach others how they should prepare.
Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill is upon his own head, the king is not to answer for it.
THE MISERIES OF ROYALTY. O hard condition! twin-born with greatness Subjected to the breath of every fool, Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect,
* i e. Punishment in their native country.
That private men enjoy?
*“ What is the real worth and intrinsic value of adora. tion?”
† Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy tides with which a king's name is introduced
Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,
Yon island's carrions, desperate of their bones, IIl-favour’dly become the morning field: Their ragged curtainst poorly are let loose, And our air shakes them passing scornfully: Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, And saintly through a rusty beaver peeps. Their horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, With torch-staves in their hand: and the poor jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes, And in their pale dull mouths the gimmalt bit Lies foul with chew'd grass still and motionless; And their executors, the knavish crows, Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. KING HENRY'S SPEECH BEFORE THE BATTLE OF AGIX
He that outlives this day, and comes sase home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say—to-morrow is Saint Crispian: Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispian's day Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day: Then shall our names, Familiar in their mouths as household words,Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter,
+ Colours. # Ring.
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,-
DESCRIPTION OF THE DUKE OF YORK'S
He smil'd me in the face, raught* me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord, Commend my service to my sovereign. So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips; And so, espous'd to death, with blood he sealed A testament of noble-ending love. The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me, which I would have stoppid; But I had not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears.
THE MISERIES OF WAR.
KING HENRY VI.
GLORY. GLORY is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought
Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,
KING HENRY VI.
A RESOLVED AND AMBITIOUS WOMAN. FOLLOW I must, I cannot go before, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood, I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks, And smooth my way upon their headless necks: And, being a woman, I will not be slack To play my part in fortune's pageant.
* By the discretional agency of anothor