By-and-by is easily said.
There's villainous news abroad.
GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .
At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.