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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... thousands doom'd to die By lawless rule , and basest tyranny , Only to bind more fast th ' oppressive chain , To prop their pow'r and fortify their reign . While , as by force compell'd , their slaught'ring bands Spread desolation wide ...
... thousands doom'd to die By lawless rule , and basest tyranny , Only to bind more fast th ' oppressive chain , To prop their pow'r and fortify their reign . While , as by force compell'd , their slaught'ring bands Spread desolation wide ...
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... ! let us mourn in blood . And therefore Warwick came to seek you out . Attend me , Lords ! the proud insulting Queen , With Clifford and the high Northumberland , Are at the head of thirty thousand men . Now 6 THE ROSES ,
... ! let us mourn in blood . And therefore Warwick came to seek you out . Attend me , Lords ! the proud insulting Queen , With Clifford and the high Northumberland , Are at the head of thirty thousand men . Now 6 THE ROSES ,
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William Shakespeare Richard Valpy. Are at the head of thirty thousand men . Now if your pow'rs and mine , and those of Clarence , Make up but half the number of this host , To meet their forces will we march along , And once again cry ...
William Shakespeare Richard Valpy. Are at the head of thirty thousand men . Now if your pow'rs and mine , and those of Clarence , Make up but half the number of this host , To meet their forces will we march along , And once again cry ...
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... thousand fold more care to keep , Than in possession any share of pleasure.- Ah , cousin York ! would thy best friends could know How my heart grieves to see thy bleeding head ! Queen . My Lord , cheer up your sp'rits ; A TRAGEDY .
... thousand fold more care to keep , Than in possession any share of pleasure.- Ah , cousin York ! would thy best friends could know How my heart grieves to see thy bleeding head ! Queen . My Lord , cheer up your sp'rits ; A TRAGEDY .
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... thousand men Comes , Warwick , backing the young Duke of York . And in the country , as they march along , Proclaims ... thousand spirits in one breast , To answer twenty thousand such as York . Unsheath your sword , good father , cry St ...
... thousand men Comes , Warwick , backing the young Duke of York . And in the country , as they march along , Proclaims ... thousand spirits in one breast , To answer twenty thousand such as York . Unsheath your sword , good father , cry St ...
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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...