Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE I.
Bristol. Before the Castle.
Enter Bolingbroke, York, Ross, Willoughby,
Percy, and Northumberland: Officers behind,
with Bushy, and Green, Prisoners.
Bol.
Bring forth these men.—
[to the Officers.
Bushy, and Green, I will not vex your souls
(Since presently your souls must 'part your bodies)
With too note much urging your pernicious lives,
For 'twere no charity: yet, to wash your blood
From off my hands, here, in the view of men,
I will unfold some causes of your death note.
You have mis-led a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappy'd and disfigur'd clean:
You have, in manner, with your sinful hours
Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him;
Broke the possession note of a royal bed,
And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
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With tears drawn from her eyes by your note foul wrongs.
Myself—a prince, by fortune of my birth;
Near to the king in blood; and near in love,
'Till you did note make him misinterpret me,—
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of banishment:
Whilst note you have fed upon my signories,
Dispark'd my parks, and fell'd my forest woods;
From my own note windows torn my houshold coat,
Ras'd note note out my imprese note, leaving me no sign,—
Save men's opinions, and my living blood,—
To shew the world I am a gentleman.
This, and much more, much more than twice all this,
Condemns you to the death:—See them deliver'd over
To execution and the hand of death.
Bus.
More welcome is the stroke of death to me,
Than Bolingbroke to England.—Lords, farewel note.
Gre.
My comfort is,—that heaven will take our souls,
And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
Bol.
My lord Northumberland, seem them note dispatch'd.
[Exeunt Nor. and Others, with the Prisoners.
Uncle, you say, the queen is at your house;
For God's note sake, fairly let her be entreated:
Tell her, I send to her my kind commends;
Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.
Yor.
A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
With letters of your love to her at large.
Bol.
Thanks, gentle uncle.—Come, my lords, away;
A while to work,14Q0587 and, after, holiday.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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