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Why then you must
-Will you put out mine eyes? Thefe eyes that never did, nor never fhall, So much as frown on you..
A'as, what need you be fo boift'rous rough?
I will not ftir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Thruft but thefe men away, and I'll forgive you,
Is there no remedy?
Hub. None but to lose your eyes.
Art. O heav'n! that there were but a moth in yours A grain, a duft, a gnat, a wand'ring hair, Any anoyance in that precious sense:
Then, feeling what small things are boist'rous there, Your vile intent muft needs feem horrible..
SCENE II. To add to Perfection, fuperfluous, and fufpicious.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lilly,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To fmooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper light
To feek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish,.
In this the antique and well-noted face
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about;
Makes found opinion fick, and truth fufpected,
This is the man, fhou'd do the bloody deed
The colour of the king doth come and go,
SCENE IV. News-Tellers, on the Death of Arthur, Old men and beldams, in the ftreets,
Do prophecy upon it dangerously:
Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths; And, when they talk of him, they shake their heads,
And whisper one-another in the ear.
And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrift,
Kings evil Purposes too fervily and hastily executed.
(8) It is the curfe of kings, to be attended
To understand a Law, to know a meaning
A Villain's Look, and wicked Zeal.
How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds,
Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face,
(8) It is, &c.] So the king, in A King and no King, obferves,,
If there were no fuch inftruments as thou,
We kings could never act such wicked deeds:
Seek out a man that mocks divinity,
That breaks each precept both of God and man,
And nature's too, and does it without luft,
Meerly because it is a law, and good,
And live with him; for him thou can'ft not spoil.
And a little before, he fpeaks of Beffus, as the most horrid object, after confenting to his wicked propofal.
But thou appear'ft to me after thy grant,
Act 3. the end.
Or bid me tell my tale in exprefs words;
SCENE VI. HYPOCRISY
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
(9) If thou didst but confent To this most cruel act, do but defpair,
And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread,
That ever spider twisted from her womb,
Will strangle thee: a rush will be a beam
A CT V.
A Man's Tears.
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
But this effufion of fuch manly drops,
(9) It is, &c.] So in the Winter's Tale, Paulina tells the king his crime is fo great, it can never be forgiven, and nothing remains for him but to defpair. See Vol. 1. p. 149.
Than had I feen the vaulty top of heav'n,
Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war
Plead for our int'reft.
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Do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
SCENE IX. The Approach of Death.
It is too late, the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain, (Which, fome suppose, the foul's frail dwelling-house,) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretel the ending of mortality.
Madness, occafion'd by Poifon.
(10) Ay, marry, now my foul hath elbow-room, It would not out at windows, nor at doors.
(10) Ay, marry, &c.] In the Valentinian of Beaumont and Fletcher, the emperor is brought on the stage, poisoned.----There he calls out for