Liv. Within there. Attend the gentlewoman. 52 Brancha resists the Duke's attempt. Bran. Oh treachery to honor! I feel thy breast shake like a turtle panting Bran. Oh my extremity! Bran. 'Tis gone already : I have a husband. Duke. That's a single comfort; Take a friend to him. Bran. That's a double mischief; Or else there's no religion. Duke. Do not tremble At fears of thy own making. Make me not bold with death and deeds of ruin, And call for strength to virtue. Winding Sheet. to have a being, and to live 'mongst men, Is a fearful living and a poor one; let a man truly think on't. To have the toil and griefs of fourscore years Put 52 This is one of those scenes which has the air of being an immediate transcript from life. Livia the "good neighbour" is as real a creature as one of Chaucer's characters. She is such another jolly Housewife as the Wife of Bath. Put up in a white sheet, tied with two knots: Great Men's looks. Did not the duke look up? methought he saw us.- Weeping in Love. Why should those tears be fetch'd forth? cannot love But it must see her face still in a fountain? Lover's Chidings. prithee forgive me, I did but chide in jest: the best loves use it There's something sharp and salt, both to whet appetite, A kiss tastes wondrous well, and full o' the grape. Wedlock. O thou the ripe time of man's misery, wedlock; After 'tis knit to marriage; it begins, As H As soon as the sun shines upon the bride, Marrying the Adulteress, the Husband dead. Is not sin sure enough to wretched man, MORE W MORE DISSEMBLERS BESIDES WOMEN. A CO- T Death. when the heart's above, the body walks here But like an idle servingman below, Gaping and waiting for his master's coming. He that lives fourscore years, is but like one That stays here for a friend: when death comes, then Loving a Woman. of all the frenzies That follow flesh and blood, The most ridiculous is to fawn on women; There's no excuse for that: 'tis such a madness, Widow's Vow. Lord Cardinal. Increase of health and a redoubled courage To chastity's great soldier: what, so sad, Madam ? What hat a perpetual fountain is her virtue! oo much to afflict yourself with ancient sorrow not so strictly for your strength required: our vow is charge enough, believe me 'tis, Madam; ou need no weightier task. Duch. Religious Sir, You heard the last words of my dying Lord. Your goodness but to speak 'em over to me, Lord Card. What's your meaning In this, most virtuous Madam? Duch. Tis a courtesy I stand in need of, Sir, at this time especially; Lord Card. I wonder; yet I'll spare to question far ther: You shall have your desire. Duch. I thank you, Sir: A blessing come along with it. 66 Lord Card. [repeats] earth's glory is, "You see, my Lords, what all Rightly defined in me, uncertain breath; "A dream of threescore years to the long sleeper, "To most not half the time. Beware ambition; "Heaven is not reach'd with pride, but 'with submission. "And you Lord Cardinal labor to perfect "Good purposes begun, be what you seem, "Stedfast and uncorrupt, your actions noble, "Your goodness simple, without gain or art; "And not in vesture holier than in heart. "But 'tis a pain more than the pangs of death "To think that we must part, fellows of life. "Thou |