. Complete works of William Shakespeare . on the years [Blanch,Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid:If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch ?If zealous love should go in search of virtue,Where should he find it purer than in Blanch ?If love ambitious sought a match of birth, 430 Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch ?Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,Is the young Dauphin every way complete:If not complete of, say he is not she;And she again wants nothing, to name want,If want it be not that she is not he:He is the half part
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . on the years [Blanch,Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid:If lusty love should go in quest of beauty,Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch ?If zealous love should go in search of virtue,Where should he find it purer than in Blanch ?If love ambitious sought a match of birth, 430 Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch ?Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth,Is the young Dauphin every way complete:If not complete of, say he is not she;And she again wants nothing, to name want,If want it be not that she is not he:He is the half part of a blessed man,Left to be finished by such as she;And she a fair divided excellence,Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. 440 O, two such silver currents, when they join,Do glorify the banks that bound them in;And two such shores to two such streams made one,Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings,To these two princes, if you marry union shall do more than battery canTo our fast-closed gates; for at this match, 31. Act ii. IKing 3obn, With swifter spleen than powder can enforce, The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope, And give you entrance: but without this match, 450 The sea enraged is not half so deaf, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks More free from motion, no, not Death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory, As we to keep this city. Bast. Heres a stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old DeathOut of his rags! Heres a large mouth, indeed,That spits forth death and mountains, rocks andTalks as familiarly of roaring lions [seas, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! 460 What cannoneer begot this lusty blood ?He speaks plain cannon fire, and smoke and bounce;He gives the bastinado with his tongue:Our ears are cudgelld; not a word of hisBut buffets better than a fist of France:Zounds! I was never so bethumpd with wordsSince I first calld my brothers father dad. ML Son, list to this conj unction, make this match;Give with our niece a do
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