Shakespeare's histories and poems

Shakespeare's histories and poems William Shakespeare

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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. 1901 Excerpt: ...Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treason. His words were these:--that Richard, Duke of York, Was rightful heir unto the English crown, And that your majesty was an usurper. K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words? Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter. God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York's armour. York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, I 'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.--I do beseech your royal majesty, Let him have all the rigour of the law.' Hor. Alas! my lord, hang me if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me. I have good witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, Because in York this breeds suspicion; And let these have a day appointed them For single combat in convenient place; For he hath witness of his servant's malice. This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom. Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. Hor. And I accept the combat willingly. Pet. Alas! my lord, I cannot fight: for God's sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart! Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight or else be hang'd. K. Hen. Away with them to prison; and the day Of combat shall be the last of the next month.--Come, Somerset, we 'll...

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Shakespeare's histories and poems

Shakespeare's histories and poems William Shakespeare

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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. 1901 Excerpt: ...Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treason. His words were these:--that Richard, Duke of York, Was rightful heir unto the English crown, And that your majesty was an usurper. K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words? Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter. God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain. Pet. By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York's armour. York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, I 'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.--I do beseech your royal majesty, Let him have all the rigour of the law.' Hor. Alas! my lord, hang me if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me. I have good witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation. K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be regent o'er the French, Because in York this breeds suspicion; And let these have a day appointed them For single combat in convenient place; For he hath witness of his servant's malice. This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom. Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. Hor. And I accept the combat willingly. Pet. Alas! my lord, I cannot fight: for God's sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart! Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight or else be hang'd. K. Hen. Away with them to prison; and the day Of combat shall be the last of the next month.--Come, Somerset, we 'll...

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menu_book Paperback
calendar_today 2012
qr_code_2 9781231162781
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description 392 pages