Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new-reap'd, And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held He gave his nofe.. And still he fmil'd and talk'd: And, as the foldiers bare dead bodies by, He queftion'd me: amongst the reft, demanded I then, all fmarting with my wounds, being gall'd Out of my grief and my impatience, Anfwer'd neglectingly-I know not what- And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (Heav'n fave the mark!) Betwixt my love and your high Majefty. VII. Hotfpur's Soliloquy on the Contents of a Letter. BUT, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house.". ."-He could be contented to be there! Why is he not then?-In refpect of the love he bears our houfe! He fhows in this, he loves his own barn better Ff than than he loves our house. Let me fee fome more. "The purpose you undertake is dangerous."-Why, that's certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to fleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord Fool, out of this nettle danger, we pluck this flower fafety. "The purpofe you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named, uncertain; the time itself, unforted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoife of fo great an oppofition."Say you fo, fay you fo? I fay unto you again, you are a fhallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this! Our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and conftant; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frofty-fpirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general courfe of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this raf cal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myfelf; Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, befides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are there not fome of them fet forward already? What a Pagan rascal is this! an infidel !—Ha! you fhall fee now, in very fincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O! 1 could divide myfelf and go to boffets, for moving fuch a difh of fkimmed milk with fo honourable an action.-Hang him! let him tell the king. We are prepared. I will fet forward to-night. VIII. Othello's Apology for his Marriage. MOST Potent, grave, and reverend figniors; More More than pertains to feats of broils and battle; Of my whole courfe of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For fuch proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter with. Her father lov'd-me; oft invited me; I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days Of hair-breadth 'fcapes in th' imminent deadly breach; And fold to flavery; of my redemption thence, Would Defdemona feriously incline: But ftill the houfe-affairs would draw her thence She fwore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas paffing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd fhe had not heard it; yet fhe wifh'd That Heav'n had made her fuch a man. She thank'd me; Ff2 She lov'd me for the dangers I had paft; IX. Henry IVth's Soliloquy on Sleep. Why rather, Sleep, lieft thou in fmoky cribs, And huth'd with buzzing night flies to thy flumber, And lull'd with founds of fweetest melody? Who take the ruffian billows by the top, X. Captain Bobadil's Method of Defeating an Army, I WILL tell you, Sir, by the way of private and under feal, I am a gentleman; and live here obscure, and to myfelf: but, were I known to his Majefty and the lords, obferve me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the ftate, not only to fpare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to fave the one half, nay three fourths of his yearly yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy foever. And how would I do it, think you ?-Why thus, Sir.-I would felect nineteen more to myfelf, through out the land gentlemen they fhould be; of good spirit, ftrong and able conftitution. I would choose them by an inftinct that I have. And I would teach thefe nineteen the special rules; as your Punto, your Reverfo, your Stoccata, your Imbroccata, your Paffada, your Montonto; till they could all play very near, or altogether, as well as myfelf. This done, fay the enemy were forty thoufand ftrong. We twenty would come into the field, the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would chal lenge twenty of the enemy: they could not, in their honour, refufe us. Well-we would kill them: challenge twenty more-kill them: twenty more-kill them: twenty more-kill them too. And, thus, would we kill, every man, his ten a-day-that's ten fcore: ten fcore-that's two hundred: two hundred a-day-five days, a thousand: forty thousand-forty times five-five times forty-two hundred days kill them all up by computation. And this I will venture my poor gentlemanlike carcafe to perform (provided there be no treafon practifed upon us) by fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly-by the fword. XI Soliloquy of Hamlet's Uncle on the Murder of his OH! my offence is rank; it fmells to heaven: And what's in prayer, but this twofold force; Or pardon'd, being down?-Then, I'll look up, |