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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 woful 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 may'st 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
age, But by some unlook'd accident cut off! GLOSTER. Have done thy charm, thou hateful
thou shalt hear me.
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 3.
HEROES ARE LEAST SO WHEN AT
HOME; OR, THE FAREWELL OF
LOVE AND FORTITUDE. COME, leave your tears; a brief farewell :-the
beast With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, Where is
courage ? you were us'd
A noble cunning: you were us’d to load me
Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd
general, I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hard’ning spectacles; tell these sad women, 'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, As 'tis to laugh at them.--My mother, you wot
well, My hazards still have been your
solace : Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone, Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,)
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
Fare ye well, Cominius :
shall Hear from me still; and never of me aught But what is like me formerly.
CORIOLANUS, A. 4, s. 1.
HEROES NOT ALWAYS STATESMEN. CORIOLANUS. Now, as I live, I will.-My
I crave their pardons :
SENATOR. No more words, we beseech you. COR.
How! no more ? As for my country I have shed my blood, Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs Coin words till their decay, against those lepers Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought The very way to catch them. BRUTUS.
You speak o' the people, As if
you were a god to punish, not A man of their infirmity.
CORIOLANUS, A. 3, s. 1.
HEROIC SYMPATHY. HOTSPUR. O, Harry, thou hast robbed me
of my youth: I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my
flesh : But thought's the slave of life, and life time's
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
But that the earthly and cold hand of death Lies on my tongue :No, Percy, thou art dust, And food for
[Dies. P. HENRY. For worms, brave Percy Fare
: thee well, great heart ! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough :—This earth, that bears thee
dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :But let my favours hide thy mangled face; And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven! Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph !
K. HENRY IV., PART I., A. 5, s. 4.
I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows We have made to endure friends, that you directly Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates : And that you not delay the present; but, Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, We prove
CORIOLANUS, A. 1, s. 6.