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Shaksperean Gems, Newly Collected and Arranged With a Life of W. Shakspere by R.l. Gibson
Shaksperean Gems Newly Collected and Arranged With a Life of W Shakspere by Rl Gibson Author:William Shakespeare General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1865 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: A MOTHER'S GRIEF FOR THE LOSS OF A SON. FR0JI THE PLAY OF 'KlXG JOHN.' Father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, And chase the native beauty from his cheek, And he will look as hollow as a ghost; As dim and meagre as an ague's fit: And so he'll die; and, rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him: therefore, never, never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. Pandulph. Yon hold too heinous a respect of grief -- Constance. He talks to me that never had a son, K. Philip. You are as fond of grief as of your child. Constance. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I not reason to be fond of grief? ARTHUR'S PATHETIC SPEECHES TO HUBERT. 'from The Play or King John.' Methinks nobody should be sad but I: Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness. By my Christendom, So I were out of prison, and kept sheep, I should be as merry as the day is long. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me) And I did never ask it you again...« less