—But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your House.
—He could be contented; why is he not, then?
Peace, cousin, say no more: And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to your quick-conceiving discontent I’ll read you matter deep and dangerous; As full of peril and adventurous spirit As to o’er-walk a current roaring loud On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
These things, indeed, you have articulate, Proclaim’d at market-crosses, read in churches, To face the garment of rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle changelings and poor discontents, Which gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurlyburly innovation: And never yet did insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause; Nor moody beggars, starving for a time Of pellmell havoc and confusion.
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She grew more contented with age.
It’s hard to get her to consider a change because she is so contented with the way things are.