The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9] — John Shaqi
The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_First Cit._ That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch,
Is niece to England: look upon the years[192]
Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid:[193] 425
If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,
Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch?
If zealous love should go in search of virtue,[194]
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love ambitious sought a match of birth, 430
Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch?
Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
Is the young Dauphin every way complete:[193]
If not complete of, say he is not she;[195]
And she again wants nothing, to name want, 435
If want it be not that she is not he:[196]
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;[197]
And she a fair divided excellence,[198]
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. 440
O, two such silver currents, when they join,
Do glorify the banks that bound them in;
And two such shores to two such streams made one,
Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,
To these two princes, if you marry them. 445
This union shall do more than battery can
To our fast-closed gates; for at this match,
With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,[199]
The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope.
And give you entrance: but without this match, 450
The sea enraged is not half so deaf,
Lions more confident, mountains and rocks[200]
More free from motion, no, not Death himself[200]
In mortal fury half so peremptory,
As we to keep this city.
_Bast._ Here's a stay[201] 455
That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death and mountains, rocks and seas,
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! 460
What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?[202]
He speaks plain cannon fire, and smoke and bounce;[203]
He gives the bastinado with his tongue:
Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his
But buffets better than a fist of France: 465
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.[204]
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