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THE DUCHESS OF YORK'S LAMENTATION ON THE MISFORTUNES OF HER FAMILY.
Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
Clean overblown, themselves, the conquerors,
THE VANITY OF TRUST IN MAN.
O momentary grace of mortal men,
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.
DESCRIPTION OF THE MURDER OF THE TWO YOUNG PRINCES IN THE TOWER.
The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
The most arch deed of piteous massacre,
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind;
Come. I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary:
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,
Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers?
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.
The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
O Thou! whose captain I account myself,
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?
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe.
RICHARD'S ADDRESS BEFORE THE BATTle.
A thousand hearts are great within my 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 life 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,
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
ACTION TO BE CARRIED ON WITH RESOLUTION.
If I am traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor person, yet will be