The roses; or King Henry the sixth; an historical tragedy. Represented at Reading school, compiled principally from Shakespeare [by R. Valpy]. |
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... peace shall glad their longing eyes , Ere pow'r once more on just foundations rise , How many a gallant youth , in battle slain , Shall dew with faithful blood his native plain ! Hence taught , may Britons , fam'd for valiant deeds ...
... peace shall glad their longing eyes , Ere pow'r once more on just foundations rise , How many a gallant youth , in battle slain , Shall dew with faithful blood his native plain ! Hence taught , may Britons , fam'd for valiant deeds ...
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... peace . Richard . I know it well , brave Warwick ; blame me not . The love I bear thy glories , prompts my tongue , But in this troublous time what course to take ? Say , shall we throw away our coats of steel , And wrap our bodies in ...
... peace . Richard . I know it well , brave Warwick ; blame me not . The love I bear thy glories , prompts my tongue , But in this troublous time what course to take ? Say , shall we throw away our coats of steel , And wrap our bodies in ...
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... peace go sleep with infidels , And in this happy land tumultuous wars Make one dire scene of havoc and distress ! O , if my death could heal these bleeding wounds , How gladly would I lay this burden down ! Would I were dead , if Heav ...
... peace go sleep with infidels , And in this happy land tumultuous wars Make one dire scene of havoc and distress ! O , if my death could heal these bleeding wounds , How gladly would I lay this burden down ! Would I were dead , if Heav ...
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... peace . But ah ! complaints are fruitless - here I fall- My wounds are past all cure - No way to fly . I have not strength to rush among the foe , And make these limbs a rampart for my friends . The loss of blood - alas - has made me ...
... peace . But ah ! complaints are fruitless - here I fall- My wounds are past all cure - No way to fly . I have not strength to rush among the foe , And make these limbs a rampart for my friends . The loss of blood - alas - has made me ...
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... , and laurel crown , Equal in glory or in peace or war . King Henry . Warwick , and Edward , join in hand and heart . That no dissension blast our future hope , I make you both Protectors of this land ; While 40 THE ROSES ,
... , and laurel crown , Equal in glory or in peace or war . King Henry . Warwick , and Edward , join in hand and heart . That no dissension blast our future hope , I make you both Protectors of this land ; While 40 THE ROSES ,
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arms basilisk battle blood brave breast brother brow Clarence Clifford crown death deeds Duke of Clarence Duke of York e'en Earl of Warwick earth EDWARD Plantagenet Enter a MESSENGER Enter EDWARD Enter KING HENRY Enter RICHARD Enter WARWICK ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faint father fear field fight flow'r force fortune France friends giv'n Glocester glory grief guard hadst thou head heart Heav'n hence honor hope house of York Humphrey join'd kill'd King of England Lady Grey land Latin Lord Lord Hastings Margaret mourning ne'er never noble o'er Oxford peace pity pow'r Prince Edward PRINCE OF WALES proud Queen rais'd READING SCHOOL rest revenge robb'd royal Rutland SCENE SECOND EDITION.-Price Second Sentinel Sinklo slain smile soldiers Somerset sorrow soul sweet sword tears tell thee thou hast thousand thro throne tow'r valiant valor weep woes wounds
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Page 54 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 54 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 54 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
Page 29 - Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry Content to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 49 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Page 22 - O God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea : and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips...
Page 57 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 29 - I smile ; And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall ; I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy : I can add colours to the cameleon ; Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.
Page 28 - Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb : And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub...