To feed, and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been 36-iii. 2. 36 How his audit stands, who knows, save Heaven? If you suspect my husbandry, or falsehood, And set me on the proof. When all our officest have been oppress'd With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept And set mine eyes at flow. 27-ii. 2. I would, I could 39 Quit all offences with as clear excuse, * Quick, ready. Apartments allotted to culinary offices, &c. A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste. As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge By smiling pick-thanks* and base newsmongers, Find pardon on my true submission. 40 18-iii. 2. They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity- After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions, 41 I can no other answer make, but, thanks, 27-ii. 2. And thanks, and ever thanks: Often good turns But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, 42 You are liberal in offers; 4-iii. 3. You taught me first to beg; and now, methinks, 43 9-iv. 1. By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out 44 13 iv. 3. How far that little candle throws his beams! * Officious parasites. ti. e. At an ebb. 9-v. 1. Intending had anciently the same meaning as attending. A half-cap, is a cap slightly moved, not put off. ¶ Wealth. 45 O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword: 46 36-iii. 1. What, are my doors opposed against my passage? The place, which I have feasted, does it now, Like all mankind, show me an iron heart? 27—iii. 4. 47 Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low. 48 18-iv. 3. O, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, 49 I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; 25-iv. 2. *The model by whom all endeavoured to form themselves. † Alienation of mind. This world to me is like a lasting storm, 51 Good stars, that were my former guides, 13-i. 2. 33-iv. 1. Have empty left their orbs, and shot their fires Into the abysm of hell. 52 30-iii. 11. My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, 53 There is no terror in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, 54 If well-respected honour bid me on, I hold as little counsel with weak fear, 23-iii. 2. 29-iv. 3. 18-iv. 3. Could beauty have better commerce than with honesty? 56 I ask that I might awaken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush, The youthful Phoebus.* 57 36-iii. 1. 26-i. 3. Have I lived thus long-(let me speak myself, Never yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections loved him next heaven? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?† *To perceive the beauty of this passage, view it in its connexion in the play. † Served him with his superstitious attention. Bring me a constant woman to her husband; 58 Those, that do teach young babes, 25-iii. 1. Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: 59 Heaven witness, I have been to you a true and humble wife, Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, 37-iv. 2. Yea, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew He were mine enemy? what friend of mine, That had to him derived your anger, did I Continue in my liking? nay, gave notice He was from thence discharged? Sir, call to mind, That I have been your wife, in this obedience, Upward of twenty years, and have been blest With many children by you: If, in the course And process of this time, you can report, And prove it too, against mine honour aught, My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty, Against your sacred person, in God's name, Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt Shut door upon me, and so give me up To the sharpest kind of justice. 60 I was of late as petty to his ends, As is the morn-dew on the myrtle leaf To his grand sea.* 61 25-ii. 4. 30-iii. 10. Your changed complexions are to me a mirror, Which shows me mine changed too: for I must be *As is the dew to the sea. |