ACT IV
Why were those beauties made another's right
4.1.31501Which none can prize like me? Charming queen,
4.1.41502Take all my blooming youth, forever fold me
4.1.51503In those soft arms, lull me in endless sleep
4.1.61504That I may dream of pleasures too transporting
Live, live, my Gloster,
4.1.91507And feel no death but that of swooning joy.
This jealousy is yet more kind. Is it possible
4.1.141512To feed on sickly weeds? Such sweets live here
4.1.161514And yet must I forthwith go meet her sister,
4.1.181517Suppose it be the same; why, best of all,
Wear this remembrance of me. I dare now
4.1.221522Whose wound grows dangerous -- I hope mortal.
And let this happy image of your Gloster,
4.1.241525Lodge in that breast where all his treasure lies.
To this brave youth a woman's blooming beauties
4.1.261528Are due; my fool usurps my bed. What's here?
4.1.281531"Where merit is so transparent, not to behold it were
4.1.291532blindness, and not to reward it, ingratitude.
4.1.311535My jealousy's confirmed, and I am taught
4.1.331538Now, what mean those shouts? And what thy hasty entrance?
A most surprising and a sudden change.
On what provocation?
At last day's public festival, to which
4.1.401545The yeomen from all quarters had repaired,
4.1.411546Old Gloster, whom you late deprived of sight,
4.1.421547(His veins yet streaming fresh) presents himself,
4.1.431548Proclaims your cruelty and their oppression,
4.1.441549With the king's injuries. Which so enraged them,
4.1.451550That now that mutiny which long had crept,
4.1.461551Takes wing and threatens your best powers.
White-livered slave!
4.1.481553Our forces raised and led by valiant Edmund
4.1.491554Shall drive this monster of rebellion back
4.1.501555To her dark cell. Young Gloster's arm allays
4.1.511556The storm his father's feeble breath did raise.