ENGL 2148 : Final Study Guide
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Now by the burning tapers of the sky, That shone so brightly when this boy was got, That touches this my first-born son and heir! No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weed, But throw her forth to beasts and birds to prey: Her life was beastly and devoid of pity, And being dead, let birds on her take pity. Have lopp"d and hew"d, and made thy body bare. Whose circling shadows kings have sought to sleep in, And might not gain so great a happiness. Go to; have your lath [prop sword] glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it. Than his that shakes for age and feebleness, Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a scepter to control the world: If ever he have child, abortive be it, May fright the hopeful mother at the view, If ever he have wife, let her be made.
