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Stuffing the ears of men with falfe reports.
I fpeak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the fmile of fafety,wounds the world:
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful mufters, and prepar'd defence,
Whilft the big year, fwoln with fome other
grief,

Is thought with child by the ftern tyrant war.
And no fuch matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by furmifes, jealoufies, conjectures;
And of fo eafy and fo plain a stop,
That the blunt monfter with uncounted heads,
The ftill difcordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.

Contention.

-Contention, like a horse
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.

Poft-Meffenger.

After him, came, fpurring hard,

A gentleman almost forefpent with speed,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied
horfe:

He afk'd the way to Chefter; and of him
I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
He told me, that rebellion had ill luck,
And that young Harry Percy's fpur was cold:
With that, he gave his able horfe the head,
And, bending forward, ftruck his armed heels
Against the panting fides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel head; and, starting fo,
He feem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no longer question.

Melenger with ill News.
Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Foretels the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the ftrondwhereon th'imperious flood
Hath left a witnefs'd ufurpation. [cheek
Thou trembleft: and the whitenefs in thy
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even fuch a man, fo faint, so spiritless,
So dull, fo dead in look, fo woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was
burn'd:

I fee a ftrange confeffion in thine eye: [fin,
Thou fhak'ff thy head; and hold'ft it fear or
To fpeak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
The tongue offends not that reports his death:
And he doth fin, that doth belie the dead;
Not he, which fays the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a lofing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a fullen bell,
Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
Greater griefs deftroy the lefs.
As the wretch, whofe fever-weaken'd joints,
Like ftrengthlefs hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's arms; even fo my limbs,
Weakened with grief, being now enrag'd with
nice crutch;
Are thrice themselves: Hence therefore thou

:

A fcaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Muft glove his hand and hence, thon fickly quoif;

Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Whichprinces, flesh'dwith conqueft,aim to hit.
Now bind my brows with iron, and approach
The rugged'ft hour that time and spite dare
bring

To frown upon th'enrag'd Northumberland
Let heaven kifs earth! now let not Nature's
hand

Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die!
And let this world no longer be a ftage
To feed contention in a ling'ring act ;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bofoms, that, each heart being t
On bloody courfes, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead;
The Fickleness of the Vulgar.

An habitation giddy and unfure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many; with what loud applaufe
Didfl thou beat heaven with bleffing Baling
broke,

Before he was what thou wouldst have him bel
And, being now trimm'd in thine own defires,
Thou, beaftly feeder, art fo full of him,
That thou provok'ft thyfelf to caft him up.
On Sleep.

O gentle fleep,
Nature's foft nurse, how have I frighted the
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye
Andfteep my fenfes in forgetfulness! [dow
Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in fmoky c
Upon uneafypallets ftretchingthee,[fumer
And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies to t
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the grea
Under the canopies of cottly flate,
And lull'd with founds of fweeteft melody;
O thou dull god, why lieft thou with the vile,
In loathfome beds;and leav'ft thekinglycouch,
A watch-cafe, or a common larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mat,
Seal up the hip-boy's eyes, and rock his bra
In cradle of the rude imperious furge;
And in the vifitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monftrous heads, and hang
them

With deaf'ning clamours in the flippery cloud
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes
Canft thou, O partial fleep! give thy repa
To the wet fea-boy in an hour fo rude;
And, in the calmeft and the ftilleft night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king?

The Character of King Henry V. by his Father
He is gracious if he be obferv'd;
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity:

Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he
As humourous as winter, and as fuddenflict;
As flaws congeal'd in the fpring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well obferve
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd tomirth
Till that his paffions, like a whale on ground,
But, being moody, give him line and feope
Confound themselves with working,

On Fortune.

Will fortune never come with both hands
full,
Butwrite her fair words still in fouleft letters?
She either gives a ftomach, and no food-
Such are the poor in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the ftomach-fuch the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
Dialogue between Prince Henry and his Father,
-Come hither to me, Harry :-
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.
Exit Lords.

P.H.I never thought to hear you speak again.
K.Hen. Thy with was farther, Harry, to that
thought

I ftay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Doft thou fo hungerfor myemptychair, [nours,
That thou wilt needs inveft thee with mine ho-
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
Thou feek'ft the greatnefs that will overwhelm
thee.

Stay but a little: for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with fo weak a wind,
That it will quickly drop; my day is dim.
Thou haft ftolen that, which after fome few
hours

tears,

P. H. O pardon me, my liege! but for my
[Kneeling.
The moift impediments unto my fpeech,
I had foreftall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it fo far. There is your crown;
And He that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rife (rit
(Which my most true and inward duteous (pi.
Teacheth), this proftrate and exterior bend.
ing!

Heaven witnefs with me, when I here came in,
And found no courfe of breath within your
Majesty,

How cold it ftruck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my prefent wildnefs die!
And never live to fhew the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead
(And dead almoft, my liege, to think you
were),

I fpake unto the crown, as having sense,
And thus upbraided it. "The care on thee
depending,

Were thine without offence; and, at my death"
Thou haft feal'd up my expectation:
Thy life did manifeft thou lov'dft me not,
And thou wilt have me die affur'd of it,

[liege,

"Hath fed upon the body of my father; [golds Therefore, thou beft of gold, art worst of "Other, lefs fine in carat, is more precious, "Preferving life in med'cine potable:[nown'd "But thou moft fine, moft honour'd, most reThouhid'ft a thoufand daggers inthy thoughts," Haft eat thy bearer up." Thus, my most royal Which thou haft whetted on thy tony heart, To ftab at half an hour of my life. [hour What! canft thou not forbear me half an Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thy felf; And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. Let all the tears that should bedew my hearfe, Be drops of balm, to fanctify thy head: Only compound me with forgotten duft; Give that, which gave thee life, unto the

worms.

Pluck down my officers, break mydecrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form,
Henry the Fifth is crown'd:-up, vanity;
Down, royal ftate! All you fage counsellors,

hence!

And to the English court affemble now,
From ev'ry region apes of idleness; [fcum:
Now, neighbour-confines, purge you of your
Have you a ruffian thatwillfwear, drink, dance,
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit
The oldeft fins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
Eagland fhall double gild his treble guilt:
England fhall give him office, honour, might:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licenfe plucks
The muzzle of refraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth in ev'ry innocent.

O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withold thy
riots,

What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!

Accufing it, I put it on my head;
To try with it-as with an enemy
That had before myface murdered my father-
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or fwell my thoughts to any ftrain of pride;
If any rebel or vain fpirit of mine
Did, with the leaft affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head:
And make me as the pooreft vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my fon!

Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,
That thou might it win the more thy father's
Pleading fo wifely in excufe of it.
[love,
Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very lateft counfel [fon,
That ever I fhall breathe. Heaven knows, my
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
I met this clown; and I myfelfknow well,
How troublefome it fat upon my head:
To thee it shall defcend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the foil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It feem'd in me,
But as an honour fnatch'd with boisterous
And I had many living, to upbraid [hand;
My gain of it by their affiftances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed.
Wounding fuppofed peace: All these bold
Thou feeft, with peril I have anfwered: [fears,
For all my reign hath been but as a fcene
Acting that argument; and now my death
Changes

5

Changes the mode: for what in me was pur-See your most dreadful lawsfolooselyflighted,

Falls upon thee in a much fairer fort: [chas'd,
So thou the garland wear'ft fucceffively. [do,
Yet tho' thou stand ft more fure than I could
Thou art not firm enough, fince griefs are
green;
[thy friends,
And all thy friends, which thou must make
Have but their ftings and teeth newly ta'en.out.

Behold yourself fo by a fon difdain'd;"
And then imagine me taking your part,
And, in your power, foft filencing your fon.

21. THE LIFE OF HENRY V.
SHAKSPEARE.

Prologue.

FOR 3 mufe of fire, that would afcend

By whofe fell working I was firft advanc'd,, The brightest heaven of invention!

And by whofe pow'r I might well lodge a fear
To be again difplac'd: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land; [look
Left reft, and lying ftill, might make them
Too near unto my ftate. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy courfe, to bufy giddy minds [out,
Withforeign quarrels; that action, hence borne
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wafted fo,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
P. Hen. My gracious liege,

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right muft my poffeffion be:
Which I,with more than with a common pain,
'Gainft all the world will rightfully maintain.
Reflections on a Crown.

O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keeps the ports of flumber
open wide
To many a watchful night-fleep with it now!
Yet not fo found, and half fo deeply fweet,
Ashe, whofe brow, with homelybiggen bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O Majefty!
When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou doft fit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That fealds with fafety.

Gold.

How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish, over-careful fathers
Have broke their fleep with thoughts, their
Their bones with induftry; [brains with care,
For this they have engrofs'd and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of ftrange atchieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest

Their fons with arts and martial exercifes:

When, like the bee, culling from ev'ry flow'r
The virtuous fweets,
[honey,
Our thighs packed withwax, our mouths with
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains.

The Chief Justice to King Henry V. whom he had
imprifoned.

-If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a fon fet your decrees at nought;
Topluck down jufticefrom your awful bench;
To trip the courfe of law, and blunt the fword
That guards the peace and fafety of yourperfon;
Nay, more, to fpurn at your moft royal image,
And mock your workings in a fecond body.
Quftion your royal thoughts, make the cafe
Be row the father, and propofe a fon [yours,
Hear your own dignity fo much profan'd,

A kingdom for a ftage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the fwelling feee!
Then should the warlike Harry, like him,
Allume the port of Mars; and, at his heel
Leafht in like hounds, fhould famine, fword,
Crouch for employment.
[and fire,
Confideration.
Confideration, like an angel, came,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
And whipp'd th'offending Adam out ofhim,
To envelop and contain celeftial fpirits.

King Henry V. his Perfections.
Hear him but reafon in divinity,
And, all-admiring, with an inward with
You would defire the king were made a prelate
Hear him debate of common-wealth affairs,
You would fay, it hath been all-in-all a
ftudy:

Lift his difcourfe of war, and you shall hear
Turn him to any caufe of policy,
A fearful battle rendered you in mufic.
Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks,
The gordian knot of it he will unloofe,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's cars
The air, a chartered libertine, is ftill,
To fteal his fweet and honey'd fentences.
The Commonwealth of Bees.

So work the honey-bees:
Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of forts:
Others, like merchants, venture trade abru
Where fome, like magiftrates, correct athon
Make boot upon the fummer's velvet bud-
Others, like foldiers, armed in their fing
Which pillage they with merry march br
Whe, butied in his majefty, furveys
To the tent-royal of their emperor: [ho
The finging mafons building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate;
The fad-eyed juftice, with his furly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.

Warlike Spirit.

And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now all the youth of England are on fire,
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's

thought

Reigns folely in the breast of every man:
Following the mirror of all Chriftian kings,
They fell the pafture now to buy the horse;
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now fits expectation in the air ;

And

England.

[toll:

And hides a fword, from hilt unto the point, I Give dreadful note of preparation.
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, The country cocks do crow, the clocks do
Promis'd to Harry, and his followers. And the third hour of drowfy morning name.
Proud of their numbers, and fecure in foul,
O England-model to thy inward great-The confident and over-lufty French
Like little body with a mighty heart-[nefs,
What mightft thou do, that honour would
thee do,

Were all thy children kind and natural!
But fee thy fault! France hath in thee found
A neft of hollow bofoms, which he fills [out
With treach'rous crowns.

Falfe Appearances.

01 how thou haft with jealoufy infected
The fweetnefs of affiance ! fhew men dutiful?
Why, fo didft thou: feem they grave and
learned?
[mily
Why, fo didft thou: come they of noble fa-
Why, fo didft thou: feem they religious?
Why, fo didft thou: or are they fpare in diet;
Free from grofs paffion, or of mirth, or anger;
Conftant infpirit,not fwerving with the blood;
Garnish'd and deck'd in modeft compliment;
Not working with the eye, without the ear,
And, but in purged judgment, trufting neither?
Such, and fo finely boulted, didft thou feem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, and beft en-
With fome fufpicion.
[dued,
King Henry's Character, by the Conftable of France.
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Queftion your grace the late ambaffadors
With what great ftate he heard their embaffy:
How well fupplied with noble counsellors-
How modeft in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in conftant refolution--
And you fhall find, his vanities fore-fpent
Were but the out-fide of the Roman Brutus,
Covering difcretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide thofe roots
That hall firft fpring, and be most delicate.
Defcription of a Flect fetting Sail,
Suppofe, that you have feen
The well-appointed king at Hampton-pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With filken ftreamers the young Phoebus fan-
ning,

Play with your fancies: and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, fhip-boys climbing:
Hear the fhrill whistle, which doth order give
To founds confus'd: behold the threaden fails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd
Breafting the lofty furge.
[fea

Defcription of Night in a Camp
From camp to camp, thro' the foul womb of
The hum of either army filly founds, night,
That the fix'd fentinels almoft receive
The fecret whifpers of each other's watch:
Fire anfwers fire; andthrough their paly Hames
Each battle fees the other's umber'd face:
Steed threatens fleed, in high and boastful
[tents,
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the
The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With bufy hammers closing rivets up,

neighs,

Do the low-rated English play at dice;
And chide the cripple tardy gaited night,
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
So tediouslyaway. The poor condemned Eng-
Like facrifices, by their watchful fires [lifh,
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate

The morning's danger; and their gesture fad,
Inveftinglank lean cheeks, andwar-worn coats,
Prefenteth them unto the gazing moon
So manyhorrid ghofts. O, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band, [tent,
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to
Let him cry-praife and glory on his head!
For forth he goes, and vifits all his hoft;
Bids them good morrow, with a modest smile;
And calls them-brothers, friends, and coun-
Upon his royal face there is no note [trymen.
How dread an army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night:
But freshly looks, and overbears attaint,
With cheerful femblance, and sweet majefty;
That ev'ry wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort fromhis looks:
A largefs univerfal, like the fun,
His liberal eye doth give to ev'ry one,
Thawing cold fear.

The Miferics of Royalty.

O hard condition! twin-born with greatnefs,
Subject to the breathof every fool, [wringing!
Whofe fenfe no more can feel but his own
What infinite heart's-ease must kings neglect,
That private men enjoy!
[too,
And what have kings, that privates have not
Save ceremony, fave general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thou,that fuffer'st more
Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in?
O ceremony, thew me but thy worth!
What is the foul of adoration? [form,
Art thou aught elfe but place, degree, and
Creating awe and fear in other men,
Wherein thou art lefs happy, being fear'd,
Than they in fearing?
[fweet,
What drink'it thou oft, instead of homage
But poifon'd Battery? O, be fick, great great.
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure. [nefs,
Think't thou, the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?

Will it give place to flexure and low-bending?
Canit thou, when thou command'ft the beg-
gar's knee,
[dream
Command the health of it? No, thou proud
That play'it fo fubtly with a king's repose:
I am a king, that find thee; and i know,
'Tis not the balm, the fceptre, and the ball,
The fword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The enter-tiffued robe of gold and pearl,
The farfed title running 'fore the king,
The throne he fits on, nor the tide of pomp.
Rr
That

That beats upon the high fhore of this world-
No, not all thefe, thrice gorgeous ceremony,
Not all thefe, laid in bed majestical,
Can fleep fo foundly as the wretched flave;
Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,
Gets him to reft, cramm'd with diftrefsful
bread;

Never fees horrid night, the child of hell;
But, like a lacquey, from the rife to fet,
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night
Sleeps in Elyfium; next day, after dawn,
Doth rife, and help Hyperion to his horse:
And follows to the ever-running year,
With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, fuch a wretch,[sleep,
Winding up days with toil, and nights with
Hath the fore hand and vantage of a king.
A Defcription of the miferable State of the English
Army.

Yon ifland carrions, defp'rate of their bones, Ill-favour'dly become the morning field: Their ragged curtains poorly are let loofe, And our air fhakes them paffing fcornfully. Big Mars feems bankrupt in their beggar'd And faintly thro' a rusty beaver peeps. [hoft, Their horfemen fit like fixed candlesticks, With torch-ftaves in their hand: and the poor jades

Lob down their heads, dropping the hide and
hips;
[eyes,
The gum down-roping from their pale dead
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit
Lies foul with chew'd grafs, ftill and motion-
And their executors, the knavish crows, [lefs;
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
King Henry's Speech before the Battle of Agincourt.
He that out-lives this day, and comes fafe
home,

Will ftand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And roufe him at the name of Crifpian.
He that fhall live this day, and fee old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feaft his neighbour,
And fay, To-morrow is St. Crifpian!
Then will he ftrip his fleeve, and thew his fears:
Old men forget; yet fhall not all forget,
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day: then shall our
names,

Familiar in their mouths, as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'fter,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.

Defcription of the Earl of York's Drath. He fmil'd me in the face, gave me his hand, And, with a feeble gripe, fays, "Dear my lord,

Commend my fervice to my fovereign."
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck[lips;
He threw his wounded arm, and kifs'd his
And fo,efpous'd to death, with blood he feal'd
A teftament of noble-ending love.
The pretty and fweet manner of it forc'd
Thofe waters from me which I would have
ftopp'd;

But I had not fo much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

The Miseries of War.

Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies: her hedges even pleach'd,
Like prifoners, wildly over-grown with hair,
Put forth diforder'd twigs: her fallow leas
The darnel, hemloc, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon; while that the coulter rufts,
That thould deracinate fuch favagery:
The even mead, that erft brought fweetlyforth
The freckledcow flip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the fcythe, withal uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
But hateful docks, rough thistles, keckties,
Lofing both beauty and utility. [burs,

22. THE FIRST PART OF HENRY VI.
SHAKSPEARE.

Glory.

G
LORY is like a circle in the water;
Which never ceafeth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad fpreading it difperfe to nought,
Marriage.

For marriage is a matter of more worth, Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.

For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of difcord and continual ftrife? Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss, And is a pattern of celeftial peace.

§23. THE SECOND PARTOF HENRY V SHAKSPEARL

A refolved ambitious Woman. FOLLOW I muft, I cannot go before, While Glo'fter bears this bafe and humble mind.

Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove thefe tedious ftumbling-

blocks,

(neck

And fmooth my way upon their headle And, being a woman, I will not be flack To play my part in fortune's pageant.

The Lord ever to be remembered. Let never day or night unhallow'd pafs, But ftill remember what the Lord hath do Eleanor to the Duke of Glofter, when dost

Penance.

For, whilst I think I am thy married wife,
And thou a prince, protector of this land,
Methinks I should not thus be led along,
Mail'd up in thame, with papers on my back,
And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice
To fee my tears, and hear my deep-felt groans
The ruthlefs flint doth cut my tender feet;
And, when 1 ftart, the envious people laugh,
And bid me be advised how I tread.
Silent Refentment deepest.
Smooth runs the water where the brook
deep;

And in his fimple show he harbours treafua
A guilty Countenance,
Upon the eye-balls murd'rous tyranny
Sits, in grim majefty, to fright the world.

Defcription of a murdered Perfon.

See how the Blood is fettled in his face! Oft have I feen a timely-parted ghoff,

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