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THE DUCHESS OF YORK'S LAMENTATION ON THE MIS
FORTUNES OF HER FAMILY.
beheld? My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often
and down my sons were tost, For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss: And being seated, and domestic broils Clean overblown, themselves, the conquerors, Make war upon themselves: brother to brother, Blood to blood, self 'gainst self: 0, preposterous And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen; Or let me die, to look on death no more!
THE VANITY OF TRUST IN MAN.
O momentary grace of mortal men,
CONTEMPLATION. When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.
PRINCES IN THE TOWER.
The most arch deed of piteous massacre,
Come.--I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Is leaden servitor to dull delay; Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary: Then fiery expedition be my wing, Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
QUEEN MARGARET'S EXPROBATION. I call’d thee then, vain flourish of my fortune; I call’d thee then, poor shadow, painted queen: The presentation of but what I was,
The flattering index* of a direful pageant,
queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
CHARACTER OF KING RICHARD BY HIS MOTHER.
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; [rious; Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and fuThy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody.
* Indexes were anciently placed at the beginning of books. + Flaring
* Touchy, fretful.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
A FINE EVENING.
The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
watchful soul, Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Sleeping, and waking, O defend me still!
RICHARD STARTING OUT OF HIS DREAM. Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds,Have mercy,
Jesu!—Soft; I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue.—It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself?
RICHARD'S ADDRESS BEFORE THE BATTLE.
bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons! Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.
RICHARD'S BEHAVIOUR AFTER AN ALARUM. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Cate. Withdraw, my lord, I'll help you to a horse. K. Rich. Slave, I have set my
upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him:A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
KING HENRY VIII.
To climb steep hills,
ACTION TO BE CARRIED ON WITH RESOLUTION.
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be