PROLOGUE. INTENDED FOR A DRAMATIC PIECE OF KING EDWARD THE FOURTH. H for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drown the throat of war! When the senses Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, Oh who can stand? Oh who hath caused this? J PROLOGUE TO KING JOHN. USTICE hath heaved a sword to plunge in For Albion's sins are crimson-dyed, And the red scourge follows her desolate sons. When Tyranny hath stained fair Albion's breast Round his majestic feet deep thunders roll; Each heart does tremble, and each knee grows slack. [war, The stars of heaven tremble; the roaring voice of The trumpet, calls to battle. Brother in brother's blood Must bathe, rivers of death. O land most hapless! O beauteous island, how forsaken! Weep from thy silver fountains, weep from thy gentle rivers! The angel of the island weeps ; The widowed virgins weep beneath thy shades. The sucking infant lives, to die in battle ; For Tyranny hath stretched his purple arm, And "Blood!" he cries: "The chariots and the horses, The noise of shout, and dreadful thunder of the battle heard afar!" Beware, O proud! thou shalt be humbled; I |