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Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
MILTON. DISCOURSE BETWEEN ADAM AND EVE ON
RETIRING TO REST.
10 Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
When Adam thus to Eve: “Fair consort, the hour Of night, and all things now retired to rest, Mind us of like repose; since God hath set 15 Labour and rest, as day and night, to men Successive; and the timely dew of sleep, Now falling with soft slumbrous weight, inclines Our eyelids: Other creatures all day long
Rove idle, unemploy'd, and less need rest;
To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd: “My author and disposer, what thou bidst Unargued I obey: So God ordains; God is thy law, thou mine: To know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons, and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun, 45 When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild; then silent Night,
50 With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,..
And these the gems of Heaven her starry train:
To whom our general ancestor replied:
75 Perfection from the sun's more potent ray. These then, though unbeheld in deep of night, Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise: Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth, 80 Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Thus talking, hand in hand alone they pass’d On to their blissful bower.
NORVAL. My name is Norval : on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flock; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord ; And Heaven soon granted what my sire denied. This moon, which rose last night round as my shield, Had not yet fill'd her horns, when, by her light, A band of fierce barbarians from the hills
10 Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds filed For safety and for succour. I alone, With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd
15 The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men I met advancing. The pursuit I led,
Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe.
OTHELLO'S APOLOGY. Most potent, grave, and reverend Signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta’en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field;
10 And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself: yet, by your gracious patience,