The Second Part of Henry the Sixth Volume 2

The Second Part of Henry the Sixth Volume 2

By (author) 

List price: US$7.25

Currently unavailable

Add to wishlist

AbeBooks may have this title (opens in new window).

Try AbeBooks


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...words content me much. Re-enter Suffolk. How now! why look'st thou pale? Why tremblest thou? Where is our uncle? What's the matter, Suffolk? Suf. Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead. Queen. Marry, God forfend! 30 Car. God's secret judgement. I did dream to-night The Duke was dumb and could not speak a word. The King swoons. Queen. How fares my lord? Help, lords! the King is dead. Som. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. Queen. Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes! 35 Suf. He doth revive again. Madam, be patient. King. O heavenly God! Queen. How fares my gracious lord? Suf. Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort! King. What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me? Came he right now to sing a raven's note, 40 Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers; And thinks he that the chirping of a wren, By crying comfort from a hollow breast, Can chase away the first-conceived sound? Hide not thy poison with such sug'red words. 45 Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say! Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting. Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight! Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. 50 Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding. Yet do not go away. Come, basilisk, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight; For in the shade of death I shall find joy; In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead. 55 Queen. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus? Although the Duke was enemy to him, Yet he most Christian-like laments his death; And for myself, foe as he was to me, Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans 60 Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life, I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs, And all to have more

Product details

  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236837673
  • 9781236837677