Dramatic Works, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens, and Reed, with Glossarial Notes, Life, Etc Volume 3

Dramatic Works, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens, and Reed, with Glossarial Notes, Life, Etc Volume 3

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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. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ... 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. 6 Punished. Ready to catch each other hy 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 live to wail thy children's loss; And see another, as I see thee now, Deck'd in thy rights as thou art stall'd in mine! Long die thy happy days before thy death; And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, Die, neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! Rivers, --and Dorset, --you were standers by, --And so wast thou, lord Hastings, --when my son Was stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I pray him, That none of you may live your natural age, But by some unlook'd accident cut off! Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither' d hag. Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou...show more

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  • Paperback | 256 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 14mm | 463g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236558847
  • 9781236558848