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Oh! princely Gloster! judge me not ungentle, • Of manners rude, and insolent of speech,
If, when the public safety is in question,
Glos. Enough of this: To deal in wordy compliment ( Is much against the plainness of my nature;
I judge you by myself, a clear true spirit,
Hust. I am not read,
The SCENE continues.
and Sir William CATESBY.
Ratc. Ill does it thus befall. I could have wish'd This Lord had stood with us. His friends are wealthy,
Thereto, his own possessions large and mighty;
The vassals and dependants on his power
Glos. This wayward and perverse declining from us,
Cate. If she have such dominion o'er his heart,
Ratc. Let her instruct her tongue to bear your message, And teach each grace to smile in your
Glos. Your counsel likes me well,* it shall be follow'd;
[Exeunt Ratcliffe and Catesby. How poor a thing is he, how worthy scorn, Who leaves the guidance of imperial manhood To such a paltry piece of stuff as this is ! A moppet, made of prettiness and pride; That oftner does her giddy fancies change, Than glittering dew-drops in the sun do colours.-
* Pleases me well. So in K. Lear. A. II. S. II. His countenance likes me not. And again There's some conceit or other likes him not.
Ricbard Ill. A. III, S. Iv.
Now, shame upon it! Was our reason given
Like a dry leaf, an idle straw, a feather, • The sport of every whifting blast that blows? < But so it is--and it is wond'rous strange;'+ Sure there is something more than witchcraft in them, That masters e'en the wisest of us all.
Enter Jane SHORE.
J. Sho. The blessings of a heart with anguish broken,
Forgot the widow's want, and orphan's cry; ( If I have known a good I have not shar'd, Nor call'd the poor to take his portion with me,
my worst enemies stand forth, and now Deny the succour which I gave not then.? I Glos. Indeed there are, tho’ I believe them not,
+ O day and night, but this is wond'rous strange!
Hamlei, A. 1. S. v. # See before p. 113. Note. Again, “ If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the
eyes of the widow to fail ; or have eaten my morsel myself alone, " and the fatherless hath not eaten thereof;">" If I have seen any “ perish for want of cloathing, or any poor without covering ;" “ If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, when I saw my “ help in the gate, ihen let", &c.
Job. XXXI. 16, 17, 19, 21, 22. " Then let mine nemy persecute my soul and take me: yea, let “ him tread my life down in the earth, and lay mine honour in the
Psalm XII, 5.
Who say you meddle in affairs of state:
J. Sho. Oh that the busy world, at least, in this, Would take example from a wretch like me! None, then, would waste their hours in foreign thoughts, Forget themselves, and what concerns their peace, - To tread the mazes of fantastic falshood, " To haunt* her idle sounds, and flying tales, "Thro' all the giddy noisy courts of rumour; • Malicious slander never would have leisure' To search with prying eyes for faults abroad, If all, like me, consider'd their own hearts, And wept the sorrows which they found at home.
Glos. Go to! I know your power, and tho’I trust not To ev'ry breath of fame, I am not to learn That Hastings is profess'd your loving vassal. But, fair befall your beauty: Use it wisely, And it may stand your fortunes much in stead, Give back your forfeit land with large increase, And place you high in safety and in honour: Nay, I could point a way, the which pursuing, You shall not only bring yourself advantage, But give the realm much worthy cause to thank you.
J. Sho. Oh! where, or how?-Can my unworthy hand
* It is so also in the 4to. but I would read hunla
Hastings, for very peevishness and spleen,
J. Sho. Does he! does Hastings!
J. Sho. Reward him for the noble deed, just Heaven :
Glos. How now!
J. Sho. The poor, forsaken, royal little ones!
Glos. You're passing rich in this same heav'nly speech,
J. Sho. No, tho' the royal Edward has undone me,
And fatal to my peace; yet, still, he lov’d me;
With fondness, and with tenderness he doated,
Glos. Dare not, e'en for thy life, to thwart me further;
* Spend it at thy will.
Hamlet, A I. S, I.