The Plays of William ShakspeareCambridge Scholars Publishing, 2013 - 602 pagini Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered. Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead, and never shall revive: Upon a wooden coffin we attend; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately presence glorify, Like captives bound to a triumphant car. What! shall we curse the planets of mishap, That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ? Or shall we think the subtle-willed French Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him, By magic verses1 have contriv'd his end ? Win. He was a king blessed of the King of kings. Unto the French the dreadful judgment day So dreadful will not be, as was his sight. The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: The church's prayers made him so prosperous. Glo. The church f where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd, His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: None do you like but an effeminate prince, Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe. Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector; And lookest to command the prince, and realm. Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, More than God, or religious churchmen, may. Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed, Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace! Let's to the altar: ?Heralds, wait on us: ? Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms; Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead, ? Posterity, await for wretched years, (1) There was a notion long prevalent, that life might be taken away by metrical charms. chapter{Section 4When at their mothers' moist eyes bebes shall suck; Our isle be made a nourish1 of salt (ears, And none but women left to wail the dead.? Henry the Fifth! thy ghost I invocate; Prosper this realm, .. |