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Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers?
CHARACTER OF KING RICHARD BY HIS MOTHER.
Techy* and wayward was thy infancy; Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and furi.
ous; Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; Thy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody
True hope is swist, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
A FINE EVENING.
The weary sun hath made a golden set,
* Touchy, fretful.
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
RICHARD STARTING OUT OF HIS DREAM.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.
RICHARD'S ADDRESS BEFORE THE BATTLE. A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:. Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery Dragons! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.
RICHARD'S BEHAVIOUR AFTER AN ALARUM. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Cate. Withdraw, my lord, l'll help you to a horse
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
TO climb steep hills,
A full hot-horse; who being allow'd his way,
ACTION TO BE CARRIED ON WITH RESOLUTION.
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be The Chronicles of my doing, let me say, 'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake* That virtue must go through. We must not stintt Our necessary actions, in the fear To copef malicious censurers; which ever, As ravenous fishes do a vessel follow That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further Than vainly longing. What we ost do best, By sick interpreters, onces weak ones, is Not ours, or not allow'd :// what worst as ost, Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up For our best act. If we shall stand still, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, We should take root here where we sit, or sit State statues only.
May he live
TO BE TOO MUCH TRUSTED BY
This from a dying man receive as certain: Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, Be sure, you be not loose: for these you make friends
* Thicket of thorns. † Retard. # Encounter $ Sometime.
A GOOD WIFE.
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
A loss of her,
THE BLESSINGS OF A LOW STATION.
with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
QUEEN KATHARINE'S SPEECH TO HER HUSBAND
Alas, sir, In what have I offended you? what cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, That thus you should proceed to put me off, And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness, I have been to you a true and humble wise, At all times to your will conformable: Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance: glad, or sorry, As I saw it inclin'd. When was the hour, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of
friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew He were mine enemy? what friend of mine That had to him deriv'd your anger, did I Continue in mine liking? nay, gave notice He was from thence discharg'd? Sir, call to mind That I have been your wife, in this obedience, Upward of twenty years, and have been blest With many children by you: If, in the course And process of this time, you can report, And prove it too, against mine honour aught, My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
powers are your retainers: and your words, Domestics to you, serve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce
their office. I must tell you, You tender more your person's honour, than Your high profession spiritual.. KING HENRY'S CHARACTER OP QUEEN KATHARINE.
That man i’ the world, who shall report he has A better wife, let him in nought be trusted, For speaking false in that; Thou art, alone, (If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness, Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government, Obeying in commanding,
-and thy parts Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out,)t The queen of earthly queens.
ACT III. QUEEN KATHARINE ON HER OWN MERIT. 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 rain 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?f Almost forgot my prayers to content him? And am I thus rewarded ? 'tis not well, lords.
Appearance. † Speak out thy merits. + Served him with superstitious attention.