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As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
This superficial tale
Marriage. Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,
of discord and continual strife ? Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial
KING HENRY VI.- Part II.
In the Second Part of Henry the Sixth, Shakspere introduces us to the feud, in its incipient state, between the rival houses of York and Lancaster. An important episode in the play is the insurrection, headed by Jack Cade, who is at the first successful, but in the end is killed. The play concludes with the Battle of St. Albans, in which the York faction triumphs, and the king and queen fly to London.
* By the agency of another.
A Resolved and Ambitious Woman.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
God's Goodness ever to be Remembered. Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done.
The Duchess of Gloster's (when doing Penance)
Remonstrance to her Husband.
papers on my
* Wrapped up in disgrace; alluding to the sheet of penance.
And, when I start, the envious people laugh,
Silent Resentment Deepest. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason.
A Guilty Countenance. Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
Description of a Murdered Person. See how the blood is settled in his face ! Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, * Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, Being all descended to the labouring heart ; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy; Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again. But see,
his face is black and full of blood; His eyeballs further out than when he liv’d, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued. Look on the sheets, his hair, you see is sticking ; His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged. It cannot be, but he was murder'd here ; The least of all these signs were probable.
* The body of a person who has died a natural death is here
A good Conscience. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted ? Thrice is he arm’d that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Suffolk's remorseless Hatred of his Enemies.
gone. O, go not yet !-Even thus two friends condemn'd
cypress trees !
Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves,
Death preferable to separation from a Lover.
The Death-bed Horrors of a Guilty Conscience.
into the bosom of the sea;