. Shakespeare's love story, 1580-1609. She isseated on a highly decorated chariotthrone drawn by richly caparisonedhorses; she raises one ungloved hand [65] SHAKESPEARE S LOVE STORY in blessing, while her adoring subjectslift up their voices in joyful acclama-tions. There too is the Earl of Essex,Master of the Horse, leading by thebridle the Horse of State; also Ladiesof Honor, Privy Council, Prime Nobil-ity, and Judges, all on horseback, withguards and domestics marching onfoot. A splendid pageant truly! AllLondon is rocking and roaring withArmada patriotism; all the talk is ofsea fights and
. Shakespeare's love story, 1580-1609. She isseated on a highly decorated chariotthrone drawn by richly caparisonedhorses; she raises one ungloved hand [65] SHAKESPEARE S LOVE STORY in blessing, while her adoring subjectslift up their voices in joyful acclama-tions. There too is the Earl of Essex,Master of the Horse, leading by thebridle the Horse of State; also Ladiesof Honor, Privy Council, Prime Nobil-ity, and Judges, all on horseback, withguards and domestics marching onfoot. A splendid pageant truly! AllLondon is rocking and roaring withArmada patriotism; all the talk is ofsea fights and heroes; all the streetsring with ballads of Drake and Howardand Hawkins and Frobisher. But theunknown and unnoticed observer of allthis splendor is sad at heart, — a home-sick man, alone in a great city. As ofold, it is in expression that he finds re-lief; as of old, his lines take the rhythmand metre inseparable from thoughts ofhis best beloved: When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state, [66]. Shakespeares love story And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featured like him, like him with friends this mans art and that mans scope,With what I most enjoy contented least;Yet in these thoughts myself almost I think on thee, and then my to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns ^t heavens gate; For thy sweet love rememberd such wealthbrings. That then I scorn to change my state withkings. On poems, rather than on plays, hadthe young man built his hopes of he is not long in discovering thatthe plays the thing. All the youngpoets are writing plays; all the younglords are flocking to see plays be sure the law frowns upon theplayers, classing them with roguies,vagabonds, and beggars; to avoid itspenalties the poor player must enrollhimself as the servant of some nobleman.
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