To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds, musicians; The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence strew'd; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite BOLING. hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or wallow naked in December snow, Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. BOLING. Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman. K. RICHARD 11., A. 1, s. 3. THE KING THE PRINCE OF I PRAY thee, bear my former answer back; Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus ? The man, that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Let me speak proudly ;-Tell the Constable, And turn them out of service. If they do this, (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransome then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Come thou no more for ransome, gentle herald; They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints: Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them, Shall yield them little, tell the Constable. K. HENRY V., A. 4, s. 3. THE KING'S WARNING TO THE CRANMER. ARCHBISHOP. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing What can be said against me. K. HENRY. Know you not how Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world? Your enemies Are many, and not small; their practices You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice Be of good cheer; Fail not to use, and with what vehemency There make before them.-Look, the good man weeps! He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest mother! I swear, he's true-hearted; and a soul His language in his tears. K. HENRY VIII., A. 5, s. 1. THE LADY'S TREASURY OF PORTIA. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is a-weary of this great world. NERISSA. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are: And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing: It is no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in the mean; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. POR. Good sentences, and well pronounced. NER. They would be better, if well followed. POR. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband:-O me, the word choose! I may neither choose whom I would, nor refuse whom I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father :Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none ? : NER. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good inspirations; therefore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three chests, of gold, silver, and lead, (whereof who chooses his meaning, chooses you,) will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly, but one who you shall rightly love. But what warmth is there in your affection towards any of these princely suitors that are already come? POR. I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namest them, I will describe them; and according to my description, level at my affec tion. NER. First, there is the Neapolitan prince. POR. Ay, that's a colt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that |