I ii“Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrow think on him
Together with remebrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now queen,
Th’imperial jointress to this warlike state,
Have we, as ‘twere with a defeated joy,
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole,
Taken to wife. Nor have we barr’d
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along.”
III iii 56 “My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And neglect both.”
V ii 300 “And yet it is almost against my conscience”
V ii 312 “Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Orsic.
I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.”
333 “He is justly serv’d.
It is a poison temper’d by himself.”