Shakespeare's King Henry VI Volume 2

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. 1905 Excerpt: ...space, thou here be'st found On any ground that I am ruler of, The world shall not be ransom for thy life. Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me; I have great matters to impart to thee. Exeunt all but Queen and Suffolk. Queen. Mischance and sorrow go along with you! 300 Heart's discontent and sour affliction Be playfellows to keep you company! There's two of you; the devil make a third! And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! Suf. Cease, gentle queen, these execrations, And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. Queen. Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch! Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy? 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, 3ii As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear, Deliver5 d strongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many signs of deadly hate, As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave: My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words; Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; Mine hair be fix'd on end, as one distract; Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban: And even now my burthen'd heart would break, 320 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! Their chiefest 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 concert full! All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--Queen. Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself, And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass, Or like an overcharged gun, recoil, 3 31 And turn the force of them upon thyself. Suf. You bade me ban, and will you bid me le...