Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven; 157 This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against the envy of less happier lands; 16-ii. 2. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England: Dear for her reputation through the world. 17-ii. 1. 158 The natural bravery of your isle; which stands With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters; With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, 159 31-iii. 1. That pale, that white-faced shore, *Should it not be insection? † Strumpet. England is supposed to be called Albion, from the white rocks facing France. Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring 160 I' the world's volume Our Britian seems as of it, but not in it: In a great pool, a swan's nest. 161 England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. 16-ii. 1. 31-iii. 4. Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them: Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. 162 England, bound in with the triumphant sea, 16-v. 7. Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune. 163 Britain is a world by itself. 164 17-ii. 1. 31-iii. 1. To prove that true Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower; Three times they breath'd, and three times they did drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who, then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank, Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. 18-i. 3. 165 Suppose, that you have seen The well-appointed king at Hampton pier With silken streamers, the young Phœbus fanning. 166 Where's the king? Contending with the fretful element; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curved waters 'bove the main,* That things might change, or cease; tears his white hair; Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury, and make nothing of: Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn The to-and-fro conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn beart would couch Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, 167 34-iii. 1. Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop 168 As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: *The main land, the continent. Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young. 25-iv. 2. Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd But Heaven hath a hand in these events; To whose high will be bound our calm contents. 169 17-v. 2. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights While she chats him: the kitchen malkint pins Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens T Their nicely-gawded†† cheeks, to the wanton spoil 170 I have seen 28-ii. 1. The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind As to Jove's statue; and the commons made *Fit. † Maid. § Soiled with sweat and smoke. **Common standing-place. t Best linen. T Priests. A shower, and thunder, with their caps, and shouts; I never saw the like. 171 I saw young Harry,—with his beaver on, 28-ii. 1. And witcht the world with noble horsemanship. 172 This town is full of cozenage; 18-iv. 1. As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye, 173 Thou trumpet, 14-i. 2. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Out-swell the colic of puff'd Aquilon : Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood; Thou blow'st for Hector. 26-iv. 5. 174 Do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear, 175 16-v. 2. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stillyt sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames * Armour. † Bewitch, charm. § Discoloured by the gleam of fires. Gently, lowly. |