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

4.1.71505For life to bear.

Live, live, my Gloster,

4.1.91507And feel no death but that of swooning joy.

4.1.101508I yield thee blisses on no harder terms

4.1.111509Than that thou continue to be happy.

This jealousy is yet more kind. Is it possible

4.1.131511That I should wander from a paradise

4.1.141512To feed on sickly weeds? Such sweets live here

4.1.151513That constancy will be no virtue in me.

4.1.161514And yet must I forthwith go meet her sister,

4.1.171516To whom I must protest as much.

4.1.181517Suppose it be the same; why, best of all,

4.1.191518And I have then my lesson ready conned.

Wear this remembrance of me. I dare now

4.1.211521Absent myself no longer from the duke

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?

4.1.271529Confusion on my eyes.

4.1.301534Vexatious accident! Yet fortunate, too.

4.1.311535My jealousy's confirmed, and I am taught

4.1.321536To cast for my defense --

4.1.331538Now, what mean those shouts? And what thy hasty entrance?

A most surprising and a sudden change.

4.1.351540The peasants are all up in mutiny,

4.1.361541And only want a chief to lead them on

4.1.371542To storm your palace.

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.