The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere Volume 5 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 Excerpt: ... Heavens' assistance, and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out: Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes." Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign, Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects shun, His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. You fight injustice; then, in God's name, lords, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. Exeunt both armies. Mine eyes. This is the reading of the old play. The folio has my eye. SCENE V.--Another Part of the same. Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a retreat. Then enter Kino Edward, Clarence, Gloster, and Forces; with Queen Maroaret, Oxford, and Somerset, prisoners. K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight: For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Oxf. For my part, I 'll not trouble thee with words. Son. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward Shall have a high reward, and he his life? Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak. What can so young a thorn begin to prick? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? ...