Shakespeare where is thy sting

Updated February 28, Infoplease Staff. Scene II. First Murderer. Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded. Second Murderer. O that it were to do! What have we done? Didst ever hear a man so penitent? First Murder. Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house; I will reward you for this venturous deed. The king and all the peers are here at hand. Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well, According as I gave directions?

King Henry VI. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight; Say we intend to try his grace to-day. If he be guilty, as 'tis published. Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester Than from true evidence of good esteem He be approved in practise culpable. Queen Margaret. God forbid any malice should prevail, That faultless may condemn a nobleman! Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion! How now! Where is our uncle? God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.

What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me? Came he right now to sing a raven's note, Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers; And thinks he that the chirping of a wren, By crying comfort from a hollow breast, Can chase away the first-conceived sound? Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words; Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say; Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting. Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!

Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world. Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding: Yet do not go away: come, basilisk, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight; For in the shade of death I shall find joy; In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.

Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus? Although the duke was enemy to him, Yet he most Christian-like laments his death: And for myself, foe as he was to me, Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life, I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans, Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs, And all to have the noble duke alive. What know I how the world may deem of me? For it is known we were but hollow friends: It may be judged I made the duke away; So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded, And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.

This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy! To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy! Be woe for me, more wretched than he is. What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?

I am no loathsome leper; look on me. The man's seed was considered to be the essential substance for the generation of new life. Women's function in the reproductive process was not understood.

The woman was thought to be no more than the vehicle for carrying the man's progeny. That use is not forbidden usury, A return to the money lending imagery of Sonnet 4. The implication is that beauty could be lent out and repaid with interest, by the mother and by the children she bore to the man. Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, Having ten children would make you ten times happier than if you only had one child, or certainly happier than you are in your present childless situation.

If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: If ten children of yours existed, making ten images of you. Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Evidently this line has biblical overtones. Oh grave thy victory? Leaving thee living in posterity? Since you would still be alive hereafter. Leave has the meanings of depart, die, and bequeath. Poetry for Teens. Lesson Plans. Resources for Teachers. Academy of American Poets. American Poets Magazine. Poems Find and share the perfect poems.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry Sonnet This poem is in the public domain. Venus and Adonis [But, lo! Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, And now his woven girths he breaks asunder; The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds, Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder; The iron bit he crushes 'tween his teeth Controlling what he was controlled with.

His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end; His nostrils drink the air, and forth again, As from a furnace, vapours doth he send: His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, Shows his hot courage and his high desire. Sometime her trots, as if he told the steps, With gentle majesty and modest pride; Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, As who should say, 'Lo! For rich caparisons or trapping gay?

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