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K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
If murdering innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou

didst presume,
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy-that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;
And many an old man's sigh, and many & widow's,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye,-
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death,
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ;
To wit,-an indigest deformed lump,
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head,

when thou wast born,
To signify,-thon cam'st to bite the world :
And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Thou cam'st-
Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy

speech;
For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.

K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.

Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Sink in the ground! I thoughtit would have mounted;
See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
From those that wish the downfal of our house!
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither,

[Stabs him again.
1, that have neither pity, love, por fear.--
Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of ;
For I have often heard my mother say,
came into the world with my legs forward :
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin, that usurp'd our right!
NI

midwife wonder'd; and the women cried,

CLAR

Stabs him.

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THIRD PART OF Act 5.
K. Han. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
If murdering innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.

Gl. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
1. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou

didst presume,
Thou hadst not lir'd to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy - that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;
And many an old man's sigh, and many a

widow's
And many an orphan's water-standing eye, --
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fat,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death,
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast bora.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil siga;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook dowa tree;

The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain

,
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope;
To wit, an indigest deformed lump,
Not like the fruit

of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast bors,
To signify,--thon cam'st to bite the world :
And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Thou cam'st
Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in the

speech;
For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'l.

X. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this
O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! Dis
Sink in the ground!I thought it would have mounted
O, may such purple tears be alway shed
From those that wish the downfal of our house
If any spark of life be remaining
Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither
1, that have neither pity, love, nor fear -
Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told one of;
For I have often heard my mother say,
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin, that usurp'd our right!
The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried,

KING HENRY VI.

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0 Jesu bless us, he is born with teeth!
And so I was; which plainly signified-
That I should'snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I am like no brother:
And this word-love, which greybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me; I am myself alone.
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light;
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee :
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone :
Clarence, thy turn is next; and then the rest ;
Counting myself but bad, till I be best.-
I'll throw thy body in another room,
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit.

SCENE VII.
T'he same. A room in the Palace.
King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne;

Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince,
ČLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and
Others, near him.
K. Edu. Once more we sit in England's royal

throne,
Re-purchas'á with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,

Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'a
For hardy and undoubted champions :
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound:
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and

Montague,
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security.-
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself,
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,

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That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain,

Glo. l'11 blast his barvest, if your head were laid ; For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; And heave it shall some weight, or break my back: Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.

Aside. K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely

queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence ; worthy bro

ther, thanks Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou

sprang'st,
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit :-
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master;
And cried-all haill when as he meant-

all harm.
X. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights,
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.
Clar. What will your grace have done with Mar-

garet? Reignier, her father, to the king of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom. K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to

France. And now what rests, but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows, Such as befit the pleasures of the court lSound, drums and trumpets !--farewell, sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Exeunt.

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That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.

Gle. I'll blast his barvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back-
Work thou the way,-and thou shalt execute.
X. Kdo. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely

queen;
And kiss your princely nepher, brothers bak,

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
X. Edo. Thanks, noble Clarence; wortby bo

ther, thanks.
Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence

thor sprang'st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit: To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master; 1 And cried—all hail / when as he meant-Arida

all harm.
X.Edo. Now am I seated as my sonl delights,
Haring my country's peace, and brothers' loves
Clar. What will your grace have done with Mar

garet?
Reignier, her father, to the king of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
K. Ede. Away with her, and waft her hance to

France.
And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows,
Such as befit the pleasures of the court-

Sound, drums and trumpets !-farewell, sour annoy
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Esets.

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