All which shall fail as soon as any one Good to a good man in them: for his goodness Faint thy bold bosom, for thyself or friend, His thoughts of Death. [Act i., Sc. 1.1] Poor Slaves, how terrible this Death is to them!- "Good rest the Gods vouchsafe you." But when Death, O how men grudge, and shake, and fear, and fly [Act v., Sc. 1.] His Discourse with Athenodorus on an After Life. Cato. As Nature works in all things to an end, Betwixt the ends of those things and their primes: In their still like existence, that we see In each full creature. What proportion then And therefore the mortality, to which A man is subject, rather is a sleep Than bestial death; since sleep and death are called The twins of nature. For, if absolute death, And bestial, seize the body of a man, Then there is no proportion in his parts, [Pearson's edition, 1873, vol. iii.] As was his daughter or his dearest child.- But took the poor man's sheep, partly poor man's store; What, tell me, shall be done to him for this? Dav. Now, as the Lord doth live, this wicked man Is judged, and shall become the child of death; Fourfold to the poor man he shall restore, That without mercy took his lamb away. Nath. THOU ART THE MAN, AND THOU HAST JUDGED THYSELF.— David, thus saith the Lord thy God by me : I thee anointed King in Israel, And saved thee from the tyranny of Saul; Thy master's house I gave thee to possess, And Juda and Jerusalem withal; And might, thou know'st, if this had been too small, Have given thee more. Wherefore then hast thou gone so far astray, And hast done evil, and sinned in my sight? Yea with the sword of the uncircumcised That hast him slain; wherefore from this day forth Dav. Nathan, I have against the Lord, I have Sinned, oh sinned grievously, and lo! From heaven's throne doth David throw himself, And groan and grovel to the gates of hell. Nath. David, stand up; thus saith the Lord by me, David the King shall live, for he hath seen The true repentant sorrow of thy heart; But for thou hast in this misdeed of thine Stirr'd up the enemies of Israel To triumph and blaspheme the Lord of Hosts, "He set a wicked man to reign And say, Over his loved people and his tribes ;" The Child shall surely die, that erst was born, Dav. How just is Jacob's God in all his works! O that the mighty one of Israel Nill change his doom, and says the Babe must die! Wither, ye cedar trees of Lebanon ; Ye sprouting almonds with your flowing tops, Droop, drown, and drench in Hebron's fearful streams : His Mother's sin, his Kingly Father's scorn. ABSALON, rebelling. Now for the crown and throne of Israel, Which thou hast made to give their glories light. With state exceeding all her other Kings. Then fight, brave Captains, that these joys may fly 1[Peele's Works, ed. Bullen, vol. ii.] [Sc. 3.1] [Sc. 12 entire.] 2 Jove, for Jehovah. Threw his chang'd countenance headlong into clouds; Where sense is blindest: open now the heart [Act v., Sc. 1.] The Friar dissuades the Husband of Tamyra from revenge. Your wife's offence serves not, were it the worst You can imagine, without greater proofs, To sever your eternal bonds and hearts; Much less to touch her with a bloody hand: To expiate any frailty in your wife With churlish strokes or beastly odds of strength— [Act v., Sc. 1.4] 1 He wants to know the fate of Tamyra, whose intrigue with him has been discovered by her Husband. "This calling upon Light and Darkness for information, but, above all, the description of the Spirit-"Threw his chang'd countenance headlong into clouds "is tremendous, to the curdling of the blood. I know nothing in Poetry like it. The thunderbolt. [This quotation is from the commencement of the scene, several pages before the preceding passage. For other extracts from Chapman see note on page 83.] EDWARD THE THIRD. AN HISTORICAL PLAY.1 AUTHOR UNKNOWN. [PUBLISHED 1596] The King, having relieved the Castle of the heroic Countess of Salisbury, besieged by the Scots, and being entertained by her, loves her. Edward (solus). She is grown more fairer far since I came hither: Her voice more silver every word than other, Her wit more fluent. What a strange discourse Even thus, quoth she, he spake, and then spake broad With epithets and accents of the Scot; But somewhat better than the Scot could speak: When she would talk of peace, methinks her tongue It waken'd Cæsar from his Roman grave, There is no summer, but in her cheerful looks: I cannot blame the Scots that did besiege her, The Countess repels the King's unlawful suit. King. How near then shall I be to remedy? [Not divided into Acts or having pagination. See ed. printed for Cuthbert Buzby, 1596.] [Solemn.] |