never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour. IDEN. [Dies. How much thou wrong'st me, Heaven be my Judge. Die, cursed wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels, Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave, . And there cut off thy most ungracious head, Which I will bear in triumph to the king, Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. SHAKESPEARE, “King Henry VI," Part 2. WARS OF YORK AND LANCASTER. 1450. The strife between the houses of York and Lancaster was for a while deferred by the wars in France, according to Chicheley's counsel. THUS is the storm abated by the craft Of a shrewd counsellor, eager to protect The Church, whose power hath recently been checked Whose monstrous riches threatened. So the shaft Of victory mounts high, and blood is quaffed In fields that rival Cressy and Poictiers Pride to be washed away by bitter tears; Gathers unblighted strength from hour to hour.1 WORDSWORTH. SOLILOQUY OF HENRY VI DURING THE BATTLE OF TOWTON. 1461. As he stands on a hill above the battle-field. THIS battle fares like to the morning's war, Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind; Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast, 1 There was an under-current of study of the scripture throughout these wars. Yet neither conqueror nor conquerèd ; To carve out dials* quaintly, point by point, So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have borne their young; So many weeks before the lambs be grown; To cut out rude sun-dials in the turf, a sport of shepherds. So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. SHAKESPEARE, "King Henry VI," Part 3. SOLILOQUY OF RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER. 1478. After the final victory of the house of York. Now is the winter of our discontent 1 Made glorious summer by this sun of York;' To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them ; 1 There was said to have been an appearance of a double sun at Towton field, whence Edward IV took the sun as his badge. |