Why then you must - Will you put out mine eyes? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you. A'as, what need you be so boist'rous rough? I will not struggle, I will stand stone-ftill. And I will fit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you, 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 must 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 Make Makes found opinion fick, and truth suspected, Murderer's Look. This is the man, shou'd do the bloody deed The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his Does shew the mood of a much-troubled breaft. Struggling Confcience. The colour of the king doth come and go, SCENE IV. News-Tellers, on the Death of Arthur. Old men and beldams, in the streets, Do prophecy upon it dangeroufly: Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. Kings evil Purposes too fervily and hastily executed. (8) It is the curse of kings, to be attended A Villain's Look, and wicked Zeal. How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done? For hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd to do a deed of shame, This murther had not come into my mind. Hadit thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed; 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 instruments as thou, That breaks each precept both of God and man, And live with him; for him thou can'st not spoil. And a little before, he speaks of Bessus, as the most horrid object, after consenting to his wicked propofal. But thou appear'st to me after thy grant, Act 3. the end. Or Or bid me tell my tale in express words; SCENE VI. HYPOCRISY. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, SCENE VII. DESPAIR. (9) If thou didst but confent To this most cruel act, do but despair, To hang thee on: or would'st thou drown thy felf, Put but a little water in a spoon, Enough to stifle such a villain up. 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 despair. See Vol. 1. p. 140. Than : / Than had I seen the vaulty top of heav'n, SCENE IV. DRUM S. Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war Plead for our int'rest. * * * * * 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. Madness, occafion'd by Poison. (10) Ay, marry, now my foul hath elbow-room, It would not out at windows, nor at doors. There (10) Ay, marry, &c.] In the Valentinian of Beaumont and Fletcher, the emperor is brought on the stage, poisoned.----There he calls out for |