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. 1823 Excerpt: ...found On any ground that 1 am ruler of,-c world shall not be ransome for thy life.--tome, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me; I have great matters to impart to thee. Exeunt AT. Henry, Warwick, Lords, Sfc. Q. Mar. Mischance, and sorrow, go along with you! Heart's discontent, and sour affliction, Be playfellows to keep you company I There's two of you; the devil make a third! And threefold vengeance tend upon yoar steps I Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. Q. Mar. Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted wretch! Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemies I Suf, A plague upon them! Wherefore should I curse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, I would invent as bitter-searching terms, As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear, Delivered strongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many signs of deadly hate, As lean-fuced Envy in her loathsome cave: My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words; Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Mint; My hair be tix'd on end, as one distract; Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban: And even now my burden'd heart would break, Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees I Their c hie teat prospect, murdering basilisks! Their softest touch, as smart as lizards stings! Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss; And boding screech-owls make the conceit full 1 All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--Q. Mar. Enough, sweet Sulfolk; thou lorment'st thyself; And these dread curses--like the sun 'gainst glass, Or like an overcharged gun,--recoil. And turn the force of them upon thyself. Suf. You bade me banj and will you bid me leave t Now, by the ...