silverly

A noble temper dost thou show in this ,
And great affections wrestling in thy bosom
Doth make an earthquake of nobility .
O , what a noble combat hast thou fought
Between compulsion and a brave respect !
Let me wipe off this honorable dew
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks .
My heart hath melted at a lady’s tears ,
Being an ordinary inundation ,
But this effusion of such manly drops ,
This shower , blown up by tempest of the soul ,
Startles mine eyes and makes me more amazed
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figured quite o’er with burning meteors .
Lift up thy brow , renownèd Salisbury ,
And with a great heart heave away this storm .
Commend these waters to those baby eyes
That never saw the giant world enraged ,
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts
Full warm of blood , of mirth , of gossiping .
Come , come ; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich prosperity
As Louis himself . — So , nobles , shall you all ,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine .
And even there , methinks , an angel spake .



Look where the holy legate comes apace
To give us warrant from the hand of God ,
And on our actions set the name of right
With holy breath .