The works of William Shakespeare, the text revised by A. Dyce

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. 1864 Excerpt: ...Of whom you seem to have so tender care? Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope.--If secret powers Lays his hand on his head. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty; His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself Likely in time to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords; for this is he Must help you more than you are hurt by me. Enter a Messenger. War. What news, my friend? Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. War. Unsavoury news! but how made he escape? Mess. Ho was convey'd by Richard duke of Gloster, And the Lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest-side, And from the bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him; For hunting was his daily exercise. War. My brother was too careless of his charge.--But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide. Exeunt all except Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford. Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more wars before't be long. As Henry's late presaging prophecy Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts What may befall him, to his harm and ours: Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany, Till storms be past of civil enmity. Oxf. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like that Riclmiond with the rest shall down. Som. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany. Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. Exeunt. Scene VII. Before York. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloster, Hast...