385 386 387 But why more hideous than your loathéd selves CON ATE PROLOGUS P. B. SHELLEY “ONDEMNED soul, Atê, from lowest hell QUEEN GUinevere's remorse ONE,-my lord! GON G. PEELE gone thro' my sin to slay and to be slain! and he forgave me, and I could not speak. Farewell? I should have answered his farewell. IPHIGENIA TO ARKAS A. TENNYSON REELY to breathe alone is not to live. A. SWANWICK from Goethe 388 PALAMON to arcite in prison at athens OH, cousin Arcitees now? where is our noble country? where are our friends and kindreds? Never more like proud seas under us! our good swords now, BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 389 'TIS POLAND IS done! and Power, brute Power, hath now usurped the throne of justice. Poland is no more, her proud existence, perhaps her very name, Farewell, sir. Should'st thou see my son, salute that he had done his duty. 390 R. FERRARS ANCIENT GOVERNMENTS HERE was a time, so ancient records tell, in these degenerate days, but once far-famed, when liberty and justice, hand-in-hand, ordered the common weal; where great men grew saving the wise, just, eloquent, were great: 391 392 393 and broad highway to power, that ever then H' H. TAYLOR TRIUMPHAL RETURN OF ZIPHARES E comes, and with a port as proud, as if he had subdued the spacious world: and all Sinope's streets are filled with such a glut of people, you would think some God had conquered in their cause, and they thus ranked, that he might make his entrance on their heads! while from the scaffolds, windows, tops of houses, are cast such gaudy showers of garlands down, that even the crowd appear like conquerors, and the whole city seems like one vast meadow, set all with flowers, as a clear heaven with stars. THA THE VISION OF OBERON N. LEE HAT very time I saw (but thou couldst not) flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all armed: a certain aim he took at a fair vestal thronéd by the west, and loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, in maiden meditation, fancy-free. W. SHAKESPEARE WRITTEN IN HIS LIBRARY MY days among the dead are passed; around me I behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, my never-failing friends are they, and then I understand and feel, R. SOUTHEY 394 R. DUKE OF YORK'S DEATH RICHARD-MESSENGER-EDWARD BUT UT what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue? M. Ah, one that was a woeful looker on. E. O, speak no more! for I have heard too much. R. Say how he died, for I will hear it all. M. Environéd he was with many foes, 395 396 and stood against them as the hope of Troy ; SUPREME FORTUNE FALLS SOONEST YET ET kings are gods, and make the proudest stoop: that where she kisseth once, she quelleth twice; I ACERONIA TO AGRIPPINA T. LODGE WELL remember too (for I was present) when in a secret and dead hour of night, due sacrifice performed with barbarous rites of muttered charms and solemn invocation, you made the Magi call the dreadful powers, that read futurity, to know the fate impending o'er your son: their answer was, 'If the son reign, the mother perishes.' 'Perish,' you cried, 'the mother! reign the son!' He reigns, the rest is heaven's; who oft has bade, even when its will seemed wrote in lines of blood, th' unthought event disclose a whiter meaning. T. GRAY HIS worth is great; valiant he is and temperate; and one that never thinks his life his own if his friend need it. When he was a boy, as oft as I return'd, (as, without boast, I brought home conquest), he would gaze upon me BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 398 HENRY BEAUFORT'S REPLY TO THE CHARGES 399 IF OF THE DUKE OF GLOSTER F I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, as he will have me, how am I so poor? or how haps it I seek not to advance or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? And for dissension, who preferreth peace more than I do, except I be provoked? No, my good lords, it is not that offends; it is not that that hath incensed the duke: it is, because no one should sway but he; no one but he should be about the king; and that engenders thunder in his breast, and makes him roar these accusations forth. W. SHAKESPEARE EXCLAMATIONS OF IPHIGENIA ON SEEING OH HER BROTHER how my heart, H hear me, look upon me! thou dearest, dearest one of all on earth, to clasp thee with my arms, which were but thrown |