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Dramatic works, from the text of Johnson, Stevens, and Reed Volume 3 ; with glossarial notes, life, &c - Brossura
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 Excerpt: ...thou not banish'd on pain of death? Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banishment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,--And thou, a kingdom;--all of you, allegiance: This sorrow that I have, by right is yours; And all the pleasures you usurp are mine. Glo, The curse my noble father laid on thee,--When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;--His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounced against thee are all fall'n upon thee; And God, not we, hath plagued § thy bloody deed. Q. Eliz. So just is God to right the innocent. Hast. O, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, And the most merciless that e'er was heard of. Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. Dor. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all before I came, Corrupt devil. t Pillaged. Spoken ironically. 4 Punished. Ready to catch each other by the throat, And turn you all your hatred now on me? Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment, Could all but answer for that peevish brat? Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven?--Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses!--Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, As ours by murder, to make him a king! Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales, Die in his youth, by like untimely violence! Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self! Long mayst thou ...
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