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V OU would have fold your king to flaughter,

His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subje&is to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom unto desolation.


Touching our person, seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you three fought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Henry V. A. 2, S. 2:

We give express charge, that, in our marches through the country, there be nothing compelled from the villages, nothing taken but paid for ; none of the French upbraided, or abused in disdainful language; for when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentlest gamester is the soonest winner,

Henry V. A. 3, S. 6. 10. for a mufe of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Afsume the port of Mars; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and

fire, : Crouch for employment. Henry V. Chorus.

So work the honey bees; Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom.' They have a king, and officers of forts :

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- Where some, like magiftrates, correct at home;

Others like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others like soldiers, armed in their stings, ,
Make boot upon the fummer's velvet buds;
Which pillage they with merry march bring home.

! ér Henry V. A. I, S. 2.-
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads;
My gorgeous palace for a hermitage; ;.
My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown;
My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood; ; )
My scepter, for a palmer's walking staff;
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;... .
And my large kingdom, for a little grave.

Richard II. A. 3, O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows!... When that my care could not with-hold thy riots, What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care? O, thou wilt be a wilderness again, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants !,

Henry IV. P.2, A. 4, S. 4. The watry kingdom, whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar To stop the foreign fpirits; but they come, As o'er a brook, to fee fair Portia.

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 7. Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself, And brought in matter that should feed this fire, And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out With that same weak wind which enkindled it.

. : King John, A. 5, S. 2. Alas ! how should you govern any kingdom, That know not how to use ambassadors; Nor how to be contented with one wife; Nor how to use your brothers brotherly ;


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