Because I am the ftore-house, and the fhop Of the whole body. But, if you do remember, I fend it through the rivers of your blood, Ev'n to the court, the heart; to th' feat o'th' brain; And, through the cranks and offices of man, The ftrongest nerves, and small inferior veins, From me receive that natural competency, Whereby they live. And though that all at once, You, my good friends, this fays the belly, mark me— Though all at once cannot
See what I do deliver out to each,
Yet I can make my audit up, that all
From me do back receive the flow'r of all,
And leave me but the bran. What say you to't? 2. It was an anfwer; how apply you this? 1. The fenators of Rome are this good belly, And you the mutinous members; for examine Their counfels, and their cares; digeft things rightly, Touching the weal o'th' common; you shall find, No publick benefit, which you receive,
But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, And no way from yourselves. What do you think? You, the great toe of this affembly!
2. I the great toe! Why, the great toe?
1. For that, being one of the loweft, bafeft, poore ft, Of this most wife rebellion, thou goeft foremost ; Thou rafcal, that art worst in blood to run,
Lead'st first, to win fome 'vantage.
1. If we can make our peace
Upon fuch large terms and fo abfolute, As our conditions shall infist upon;
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. 2. Ay, but our valuation fhall be fuch,. That ev'ry flight and falfe-derived cause, Yea, ev'ry idle, nice, and wanton reason, Shall to the king taste of this action : That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with fo rough a wind, That ev❜n our corn fhall feem as light as chaff, And good from bad find no partition.
1. No, no, my lord, note this; the king is weary Of dainty, and fuch picking grievances : For he hath found, to end one doubt by death, Revives two greater in the heirs of life: And therefore will he wipe his tables clean, And keep no tell-tale to his memory, That may repeat and history his lofs To new rememb'rance. For full well he knows, He cannot fo precifely weed this land, As his mifdoubts prefent occafion; His foes are fo inrooted with his friends, That, plucking to unfix an enemy, He doth unfaften fo and fhake a friend: So that this land, like an offenfive wife, That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes, As he is ftriking, holds his infant up, And hangs refolv'd correction in the arm That was uprear'd to execution. -
2. Befides, the king hath wasted all his rods On late offenders, that he now doth lack The very inftruments of chastisement : So that his pow'r, like to a fangless lion, May offer, but not hold.
And therefore be affur'd, my good lord marfhal,. If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united, Grow ftronger for the breaking.
Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV. My lord, your fon, had only but the corps, But fhadows, and the fhews of men to fight. For that fame word, rebellion, did divide The action of their bodies from their fouls; And they did fight with queafir.efs, constrain'd, As men drink portions, that their weapons only E.5
Seem'd on our fide: But for their fpirits and fouls, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond.
Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV. Want made them murmur; for the people, who To get their bread do wrestle with their fate, Or those who in fuperfluous riot flow, Sooneft rebel Convulfions in a state, Like those, which nat'ral bodies do opprefs; Rife from repletion, or from emptiness,
Aleyn's Henry VIL But well-weigh'd reafon told him, that when law Either's renounc'd, or mifapply'd by th'awe Of falfe nam'd patriots; that when the right Of king and fubject is fupprefs'd by might; When all religion either is refus'd
As mere pretence, or merely as that us'd; When thus the fury of ambition fwells, Who is not active, modeftly rebels.
This late commotion in your kingdom, fir, Is like a growing wen upon the face; Which as we cannot look on but with trouble, So take't away we cannot but with danger.
The vulgar in rebellion, are like Unknown lands; thofe that firft poffefs them, have them.
In mighty rebels. Flies and moths may buzz About our beard, and are not worth the notice; Or if we crush them, they but foul our fingers: 'Tis noble prey deserves a prince's stroak.
With claws bow'd in, and a close mouth, which only
She keeps for opportunity of prey.
I'll not fuch favour to rebellion fhew, To wear a crown the people do beftow; Who when their giddy violence is past, Shall from the king th' ador'd, revolt at laft; And then the throne they gain, they fhall invade, And fcorn that idol which themfelves have made.
Crown's Charles VIII. of France. REDRESS.
When fwelling floods have overflown the town, Too late it is to fave them that fhall drown.
G. Ferrers in the Mirror for Magiftrates. 1. Give me your hands all over, one by one. 2. And let us fwear our refolution.
1. No, not an oath: if that the face of men, The fuff'rance of our fouls, the time's abuse - If these be motives weak, break off betimes; And ev'ry man hence to his idle bed: So, let high-fighted tyranny rage on, Till each man drop by lott'ry. But if thefe, As I am fure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to fteel with valour The melting fpirits of women; then countrymen, What need we any fpur, but our own caufe, To prick us to redrefs? what other bond, Than fecret Romans, that have fpoke the word, And will not palter? and what other oath, Than honefly to honefty engag'd,
That this fhall be, or we will fall for it? Swear priefts and cowards, and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions, and fuch fuff'ring fouls That welcome wrongs: unto bad caules, fwear Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprize,
Nor th' infuppreffive mettle of our fpirits; To think, that or our caufe, or our performance, Did need an oath: when ev'ry drop of blood, That ev'ry Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a feveral bastardy,
If he doth break the fmalleft particle Of any promise that haft paft from him.
Skakefpear's Julius Cæfar.
The better, loathing courfes fo impure, Rather will like their wounds, than fuch a cure.
After this fhipwrack, I again muft try
Some happier voyage, hopeful ftill to make: 'The plots that barren long we fee did lie, Some fitting feafon plentifully take; One fruitful harveft frankly doth reftore, What many winters hindred had before.
Drayton in the Mirror for Magiftrates.
The only way to falve a deep disease Is to give what may cure, not what may please; Wherein delays prove worst: artifts apply Receipts, before diftempers grow too high.
Are you here, fir? does it become a king To look upon affliction, and not ftrait Redress it the poor phyfician is fo nice In the honour of his fcience, that he ne'er Will vifit dying men: as if he were Afham'd to look upon thofe inward wounds He hath not skill to cure.
Sir W. Davenant's Fair Favourites 1. Sir, I am pre-engag'd, let that fuffice. 2. The antidote's too late, to him who dies: Too late we take the taper from the fly, When he is burnt fo, that he needs must die.
Dover's Roman Generals.
REFORMATION. The king is full of grace and fair regard, And a true lover of the holy church. 2. The courfes of his youth promis'd it not; 'I he breath no fooner left his father's body," But that his wildnefs, mortify'd in him, Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment,
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