Myself for quiet . . . am retired to Gray's Inn; for when my chief friends were gone so far off it was time for me to go to a cell. (Let. to Sir F. Cottington, 1622.) I am master of a full poor cell. (Temp. i. 2.) Sitting sadly. (Cymb. v. 2, 161.) Sitting, His arms in this sad knot. (Temp. i. 2.) And as my duty springs, so perish they If ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life. (Frequent instances.) (R. II. i. 3.) Curst be the heart. (Tit. And. iv. 1, 74.) O cursed be the hand. . . . Cursed be the heart... 5 & 6 See Promus, No. 510. Our aged father's right. (Lear, iv. 5.) O thou, the youthful author of my blood, (R. II. i. 3.) 6 For the continuance whereof (your virtues) in the prolonging of your days, I will still be your beadsman. (Let. to Lord Burghley, 1597.) Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadsman. (Tw. G. Ver. i. 1.) 5 |