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Her hatefull heade in cowle and cloister lurke (I. i. 37);
The wrath that breatheth bloode, doth loath to lurke (I. ii. 19);
To shun the shewes and sights of stately Court (I. iii. 81);
And shun no paine nor plague fit for thy fact (I. iv. 8);
Looke backe to former Fates: Troy still had stoode (I. iv. 64);.
Whose ule wants right, his safety's in his Sword.

For Sword and Scepter comes to Kings at once (I. iv. 95-6);
Fame goe's not with our Ghosts, the senselesse soule (I. iv. 119);
How foule his fall, how bitter his rebuke (I. Chor. 3);
By Merlins mists inioyde Igerna's bed (I. Chor. 8);
She stoutly fought, and fiercely waged warres (II. i. 9);
Where you may bath in blood and fight your fill (II. i. 25);
He plies each place, least Fates mought alter aught (II. i. 31);.
To breake and bruse the rancks in thickest throngs (II. i. 39);.
The foes inforc't withstand: but much dismaide (II. i. 41);
What Conan neither can allow nor like (II. ii. 106);
To treate of truce and to imparle of peace (II. iii. 4);
The likelier now to loose: his hautie heart (II. iii. 54);
That many haue too much, but none inough (II. iii. 84);
They be and all with ardent mindes to Mars (II. iv. 3);
Geue you and yours all Brytish lands that lie (II. iv. 21);
Doe graunt so great rewards for those that winne (II. iv. 59);
The safest seate is not on highest hill (II. Chor. 5);
The mounting minde that climes the hauty cliftes

And soaring seekes the tip of lofty type (II. Chor. 9-10);
O restlesse race of high aspyring head (II. Chor. 25);
How many Millions to their losse you lead (II. Chor. 27);
But vice severely punisht faints at foote (III. i. 69);
No faster friendship than that growes from griefe (III. i. 105);
When salves haue smoothlie heald the former hurts (III. i. 108);
A causelesse courage giues repentance place (III. i. 147);
The greatest good that Fortune can affoord (III. i. 164);
Yet wisedome waighes the perill ioinde to praise (III. i. 175);
Pitty their hoary haires, their feeble fists (III. i. 223);
With sodayne Souldyers pampered vp in peace (III. iii. 24);
With sluggish Saxons crewe, and Irish kernes (III. iii. 26);
No doubt these market mates so highly hier'd (III. iii. 33);
The certaine seate and bowre of wandring Brute (III. iii. 48);
Hath thus withheld our hands and swords from strokes (III. iii. 69);
In common care, to wreake my priuate wrongs (III. iii. 104);
And spare no sword nor fire in my defence (III. iii. 114);
And bustling bodies prest to present spoile (III. iii. 122);

The Irish carcas kickt and Pictes opprest (III. iii. 125);
Such was his birth: what base, what vulgar vice (III. iv. 24);
When many men assent to ciuill warres (III. Chor. 1);

O base yet happy Boores! O giftes of Gods (III. Chor. 46);
In bailefull breast forecast their foultring Fates (III. Chor. 49);
The staggering state of Brytaines troubled braines (IV. i. 13);
Remoues our pensiue mindes from wonted woes (IV. ii. 6);
The future age shall eu'r haue cause to curse (IV. ii. 33);
Twill mooue their mindes to ruth and frame afresh (IV. iii. 33);
We fretting fume, and burning wax right wood (IV. Chor. 7);
If euer heauie heart foreweene her woe (IV. Chor. 42);
But that euen now through Natures sole instinct (IV. Chor. 45);
He feeles the fatall sword imbrue his breast (IV. Chor. 46);
What hopes and happes lie wasted in these warres (IV. Chor. 48);
She hoyseth vp to hurle the deeper downe (V. i. 12);

The greater is my greefe that sees it so (V. i. 65);
Where each man else hath fealt his seuerall Fate (V. i. 44);
Which, though a while they sayle on quiet seas (V. i. 143);
Yet sinke in surge ere they ariue to Rode (V. i. 144);
Nor lastly Rome, that rues her pride supprest (V. i. 166);
Let future age be free from Gorlois Ghost (V. ii. 12);
And yeares oft ten times tolde expirde in peace (V. ii. 26);
The wauering waight of Fates: the fickell trace (Epil. 3);
The cheerelesse change: the easelesse brunts and broyles

(Epil. 5); The thoughts and cares that Kingly pompe impartes (Epil. 10); Such is the brittle breath of mortall man (Epil. 22).

Type abab:

Or frustrate death in those that faine would die (I iii 29);
The more you search a wounde, the more it stings (I. iii. 56);
The minde, and not the chaunce, doth make th'unchast
(I iii. 61);

Beholde, our Fates had sent vs foes vnsought (II. i. 64);
I vowe by Heauen, by Earth, by Hell, by all (II. ii. 10);
The Fates haue heau'de and raisde my force on high (II. ii. 29);
Nor to destroy the realme you seeke to rule (II. ii. 61);
But cease at length: your speach molests me much (II. ii. 104);
Whom you bereaue of Kingdome, Realme, and Crowne (II. iii. 80);
And rather spend our Fates then spare our foes (II. iv. 63);
Call Souldiers nere to heare their Soueraignes heast (III. ii. 20);

A hopelesse feare forbids a happy Fate (III. iv. 6);
And minde though prone to Mars, yet daunted pausde (IV. ii. 88);
Then both the Armies mette with equall might (IV. ii. 98);
Sent forth who dying bare the fellest breast IV. ii. 179);
Who oftnest strooke: who best bestowde his blade (IV. ii. 181);
The wager lay on both their liues and bloods (IV. ii. 201);
And fatall Cloudes inferre a lasting Clips (IV. ii. 227);
A Kingdoms hand hath goard a Kingdoms heart (IV. iii. 25);
Or feare the man themselues so fearefull made (IV. Chor. 20);
The Subiects both, and Soueraignes bane in one (V. i. 22);
Preferred Chaunce before a better choyse (V. i. 34);
To spare the Traitors was to spoile the true (V. i. 58);
Let due discretion swage each curelesse sore (V. i. 79);
When inward gifts are deckt with outward grace (V. i. 86);
Would Gods the Fates had linckt our faultes alike (V. i. 122);
Had also framde our minds of frendlier mouldes (V. i. 123);
Nor stately hearce, nor tombe with haughty toppe (V. i. 175).

Type abba:

Thy ghost from Plutos pittes and glowming shades (I. i. 4);
Now (Gorlois) worke thy wish, cast here thy gaule (I. i. 10);
Let sworde and fire still fedde with mutuall strife (I. i. 40);
The greater it, the fitter for my griefe (I. ii. 77);
O blessed Home that hath such boonne in store.
But let this part of Arthurs prowesse lurke (II. i. 66-7);
Tis better for a King to kill his foes (II. ii. 15);
He feares as man himselfe whom many feare (II. i. 33);
Gods graunt his message may portend our good (II. ii. 108);
Oft is the fall of high and houering Fate (II. Chor. 3);
Where comes a Souldier sweating from the Camps (IV. i.
And publike Fates all heedelesse headlong flung.
On Mordreds side were sixtie thousande men (IV. ii. 42-43);
And boystrous throngs of Warriers threatning blood (IV. ii. 86);
The seuerall Fates and foiles of either side (IV. ii. 177);
O haplesse lad, a match vnmeete for him (IV. ii. 204);
We crye for swordes, and armefull harnesse craue (IV. Chor. 8);
The piller of our state: thus sore opprest (V. i. 16);

41);

Some borne, some dead: so still the store indures (Epil. 27).

Naturally the difficulty of the performance causes a less frequent occurrence of alliterative combinations that extend over the entire line:

Type aaabb:

But dures: though Death redeeme vs from all foes (I. iv. 127);
And beares my body backe: I inwards feele my fall (II. iv. 81);
The fact, we finde as fondly dar'd as donne (II. Chor. 32);
The brethren broach their bloud: the Sire his Sonnes (IV. ii. 170);
Expresse what piteous plightes and mindes amaze (IV. iii. 4);
What all our age with all our warres had woonne (V. i. 9);
My meanelesse moodes haue made the Fates thus fell (V. i. 27);
His prayses past be present shame; O tickle trust (V. i. 198).

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Ashamde to shun his foes, inflamde his friends (II. i. 28);
Then wrongfull warres to reaue his right and Realme (II. iii. 16);
All truth, all trust, all blood, all bands be broke (III. iv. 14);
Who striues to stand in pompe of Princely port (III. Chor. 35);
Bounce in their breastes, and stirre vncertayne stormes

(IV. ii. 81);

And boystrous bangs with thumping thewacks fall thicke (IV. ii. 115);

That vertuous Virgo borne for Brytaines blisse (V. ii. 18).

Type aabab:

Whom fauour failes to bende, let furie breake (II. ii. 75);
The side that seekes to winne in ciuill warres (II. iv. 74);
Seemes it so sowre to winne by ciuill warres? (III. iii. 76).

Type aabba: —

That willing would impeach thy peace with warres (III. iii. 52);
He loathes delayes, and scorcht with Scepters lust (IV. ii. 94).

Type ababb:

Haue roome and waies to runne and walke at will (III. i. 21).

Type ababa:

Let plaints and mournings passe, set moanes a part (V. i. 147).

Type abbaa:

Death is decreed: what kind of death, I doubt (I. iii. 15).

Alliteration in our play is not confined to a single line, as we should expect when the versifier pursues no parti

cular plan, but satisfies only a general liking for a recurrence of similar literal sounds at the beginning of words everywhere. Such a strong taste causes the alliterating tendency to crop out in many unaccented syllables, showing a marked departure from the old English rules of versification in which alliteration plays so important a rôle.

Significant, however, because highly fantastical, is the manner in which alliteration is made to extend over two or more lines. The first nine verses of the first act, for example, are bound together by a type (if mere revelry in a figure can be said to produce a type) made visible thus:

aabb

сса

cdaa

edde

eda

Since thus through channells blacke of Limbo lake
And deepe infernall floude of Stygian poole
The gastly Carons boate transported backe
Thy ghost from Plutos pittes and glowming shades
To former light once lost by Destnies doome:

Where proude Pendragon broylde with shamefull lust,
Dispoylde thee erst of wife, of lande, and life:

Nowe (Gorlois) worke thy wish, cast here thy gaule,
Glutte on reuenge: thy wrath abhors delayes.

Other combinations, quite as complicated, can be picked

out at random:

aaaa

bbc

cadd

cae

ddeff

His wish, he ioyes to worke a way by wracke
And matching death to death, no passage seekes,

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