Henry VI, Pt. 1
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
To give their censure of these rare reports.
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs;
But now the substance shall endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine…
I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
To think you have aught but Talbot’s shadow
Whereon to practice your severity.
Why? Art not thou the man?
I am indeed.
Then have I substance too.
No, no, I am but shadow of myself.
You are deceived; my substance is not here.
For what you see is but the smallest part
And least proportion of humanity.
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch
Your roof were not sufficient to contain’t.
II.3, 35-38, 44-56
As plays the sun upon the glassy stream,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.