And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history. Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my lot to speak, such was the process; And of the cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. Those things to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline; But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Devour up my discourse: which I observing, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore-in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man-she thank'd ma, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story; And that would woo her. On this hint I spake; DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN A CAMP. From camp to camp, thro' the foul womb of night, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, The confident and over-lusty French For the low-rated English play at dice, And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night, Who, like a foul and ugly witch, does limp So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Sit patiently, and inly ruminate U The morning's danger: and their gesture sad So many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, For forth he goes and visits all his, host, How dread an army hath enrounded him; His liberal eye doth give to every one, [Henry the Fifth.} THE BLESSINGS OF A SHEPHERD'S LIFE. O God! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, So many hours must I take my rest; So many days my ewes have been with young; To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? Is far beyond a prince's delicates; THE VICISSITUDES OF LIFE. So farewell to the little good you bear me. [Henry the Sixth.}. [Henry the Eighth.] THE MURDER OF KING DUNCAN. Macbeth and a Servant, CBETH, FROMPTED BY AMBITION, AND PUSHED ON BY HIS SAVAGE WIFE, RESOLVES TO MURDER THE KING.] Macb. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a dagger which I see before me, [Excit Servant.] The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight?-or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppress'd brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Which was not so before. There's no such thing. Thus to mine eyes. Now, o'er one half the world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, I go, and it is done; the bell invites me: [A bell rings.] [Enter Lady Macbeth.] hath made me bold: Hark! peace! Lady. That which hath made them drunk, Macb. [Within.] Who's there?-what ho! Lady. Alack! I am afraid they have awak'd; And 'tis not done. Th' attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I [Enter Macbeth.] had done 't. My husband. Macb. I've done the deed-didst thou not hear a noise? Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak? Mach. When? Lady. Now. Macb. As I descended? Macb. There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one cried, Murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them; But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cried, God bless us! and Amen! the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear, I could not say, Amen, When they did say God bless us. Lady. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen! I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Lady. These deeds must not be thought, After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, Lady. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cry'd, Sleep no more, to all the house; Glamis hath murder'd sleep. And therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more! Lady. Who was it that thus cry'd? Why, worthy Thane, So brain-sickly of things. Go get some water, Why did you bring these daggers from the place? Macb. I'll go no more. I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady. Infirm of purpose: Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, [Exit.] Macb. Whence is that knocking! [Starting.] How is't with me, when every noise appals me? [Knocking within.] What hands are here ?-ha! they pluck out mine eyes. Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather Making the green one red [Enter Lady Macbeth.] Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.] I hear a knocking A little water clears us of this deed, How easy is it then? Your constancy Hath left you unattended. [Knocking.] Hark, more knocking! Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers. Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Macb. To know my deed, 't were best not know myself. [Knock.] Wake, Duncan, with this knocking. Ay, 'would thou could'st! [Exeunt.] |