Is Hurricane Isabel preventing Art posting???
lyra
I hope Isabel isn't affecting power supplies
to Art...
curiously, the website I visited today
mentions a hurricane...
(quote)
Public Role
(Equivalents of "William Shakespeare")
Words that embody things that may be a part of you are "Artist,
Gladiator, Head, Justice, Priest, Retreat, Tornado, Truth".
Words that embody the causes of your circumstances are "Cage".
Words that embody people or things in your periphery are "Addiction,
Factory, Flower, Hurricane, Kitten, Lingerie, Massacre, Mother,
Murder, Paradox, Pleasure, Predator, Serpent, Story, Sword, Vanguard,
Vision, Volume, Weakness, Window".
(unquote)
Greg Reynolds
> Is Hurricane Isabel preventing Art posting???
"Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more;
But rather wishing a more strict restraint...
...I'll send him certain word of my success."
Isabel
MfM Act I, scene IV
> I hope Isabel isn't affecting power supplies
> to Art...
"My power? Alas, I doubt ...
I'll see what I can do."
Isabel
MfM Act I, scene IV
> curiously, the website I visited today
> mentions a hurricane...
"Make me not your story."
Isabel
MfM Act I, scene IV
> (quote)
>
> Public Role
"Let me ask, the rather for I now
must make you know I am that Isabel"
Isabel
MfM Act I, scene IV
> (Equivalents of "William Shakespeare")
>
> Words that embody things that may be a part of you are "Artist,
> Gladiator, Head, Justice, Priest, Retreat, Tornado, Truth".
"Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names"
Isabel
MfM Act I, scene IV
> Words that embody the causes of your circumstances are "Cage".
"Woe me! for what?"
Isabel
MfM Act I, scene IV
> Words that embody people or things in your periphery are "Addiction,
> Factory, Flower, Hurricane, Kitten, Lingerie, Massacre, Mother,
> Murder, Paradox, Pleasure, Predator, Serpent, Story, Sword, Vanguard,
> Vision, Volume, Weakness, Window".
>
> (unquote)
"You do blaspheme the good in mocking me."
Isabel
MfM Act I, scene IV
Art Neuendorffer
> Is Hurricane Isabel preventing Art posting???
>
> I hope Isabel isn't affecting power supplies
> to Art...
Yes. And thanks for your concern, Lyra.
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Henry VI's mother-in-law:
ISABEL of Lorraine
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http://www.mallet-argent.com/rene.html
<<King Rene' of Anjou played a most impressive part in the stormy, history,
of fifteenth-century, France and Italy. He was the son and third child of
Duke Louis II of Anjou and Yolande of Aragon, born on January 16, 1409, in
their castle at Angers in the Maine-and-Loire region of western France. A
brother, Louis, had been born in 1403, and his sister Maria (who was to
marry Charles VI of France), in 1404. Rene' grew up in Anjou and in
Provence, another of his father's domains. In 1419 the ten-year-old was
married to ISABEL of Lorraine, who was only nine. Such youthful dynastic
marriages were frequently resorted to in those days, as effective weapons in
the constant struggles for power (whether on the level of diplomatic
accommodation or ruthless warfare) in the course of which today's allies all
too frequently became tomorrow's bloodthirsty enemies.
Duke Charles of Lorraine, Rene' father-in-law, was at war with King Charles
VN of France who was also involved in the Hundred-Years War with England.
England's ally in this war was the powerful Duke of Burgundy, Philip the
Good. Rene', when old enough to bear arms, joined the forces-including Joan
of Arc who were fighting for the King of France. When his father-in-law died
in 1431 Rene' inherited the Duchy of Lorraine. But a nephew of the deceased
Duke also laid claim to this inheritance, with armed assistance from the
Duke of Burgundy. That same year the contending parties met in battle at
Buligne'ville, where Rene' was defeated and captured. Duke Philip of
Burgundy asserted His right to the valuable prisoner and took Rene' to his f
ortress at Dijon.
During Rene's imprisonment his young wife ISABEL proved to be a most
skillful advocate on his behalf. She even succeeded in obtaining Rene's
temporary release from his dungeon, on his word of honor to return at the
stipulated time (which he doubly guarantied by leaving his two young
children behind as Hostages ni Dijon). Rene' remained at liberty for three
years but returned to the Dijon fortress in 1435, to wait there for another
year before the Duke of Burgundy - finally gave him his freedom in return
for a substantial ransom.
Rene's interest in painting seems to date from the time of his incarceration
at Dijon, where, it is said, he occupied himself with painting on glass and
decorated one of the rooms in the castle. None of this work has survived,
but there is a prayerbook of Rene's from this period with a number of
illuminations that already show some characteristics of his later style.
There is also a legend to the effect that, at Dijon, Rene' met the Dutch
painter Jan van Eyck and became his pupil. Since van Eyck was employed in
the service of the Duke of Burgundy at the time, this is a possibility. It
may be a point where fairy tale and reality converge.
But reality now took a firm grip on Rene'. His elder brother Louis had died
in 1434, so that Rene' now became the Duke of Anjou. In addition to the
Duchy, his brother had bequeathed him a royal crown, for Queen Joan of
Naples and Sicily had made Louis of Anjou her Co-Regent and heir and, after
Louis's death, named Rene' as his brother's heir. In I435 Joan died while
Rene' was still imprisoned at Dijon. His wife ISABEL must be credited not
only with safeguarding his rights to Lorraine, Anjou, and Provence, but also
with actively representing his claim to Naples and Sicily against Alfonso of
Aragon's counterclaim. It finally became necessary for Rene' to betake
himself to his new kingdom in person. In the spring of 1438 he journeyed
from Marseilles to Genoa, an ally, and thence to Naples where he was
joyfully received.
There followed four years of changing fortunes. His peaceful reign in Naples
was constantly interrupted by battles with Alfonso, fought at various points
in southern Italy. In the summer Of 1442, Rene' was forced to abandon
Naples. For a time he sojourned in Florence and northern Italy, but in the
fall of that year he returned to Provence. Thereafter, he was King of Sicily
in name only.
He was now all the more able to devote himself successfully to ruling his
French territories and, with these as his base, participate in the
Renaissance game of high politics. His oldest son, John of Calabria, would
continue to fight for the South-Italian kingdom; his daughter Marguerite
married King Henry VI of England in 1445; his younger daughter Yolande and
her husband had been given the Duchy of Lorraine. Rene's relations with his
brother-in-law, Charles XN, were so harmonious that the French king even
found his legendary love, Agnes Sorel, at Rene's court-she was one of ISABEL
of Anjou's ladies.
Those years of nearly unbroken peace from 1442 to 1453 presented, at last,
an opportunity for the unfolding of the rituals of a princely household.
Court was held at Rene's and ISABEL's castles throughout Anjou and Provence,
many of which had been newly restored and refurbished. Saumur on the Loire,
cited in Rene's principal work as the very model of a fine castle, became
the family's favorite residence. It is during this peaceful decade that
reality and fairy tale become difficult to separate: the wise administration
of Rene's domains is historical fact, while the romantic surroundings Rene'
created for his court have the aura of a fairy tale. It was the world of
such knightly romances as the legends of the Holy Grail, of King Arthur's
Round Table, of Tristan and Iseult, of the nine heroic knights. It was with
such characters as these that the knights of the fifteenth century
identified, and their world revolved around such concepts as might be found
in the witty allegories of the Romance of the Rose, their classic love
breviary. In addition to the usual festive gatherings at the various castles
and the great mystery plays to which the public was welcome, the crowning
occasions of knightly activity in peacetime were, of course, the great
tourneys. Rene' was tire less in arranging for these scenes of knightly
combat, some of which (as with the great tourneys at Nancy, and Tarascon)
enjoyed such fame that they were immortalized by the poets. He was
fascinated with the cult of chivalry. Rene' held countless fanciful and
allegorical tournaments and founded the Order of the Crescent.
He is, arguably, most well known for authoring two illuminated books; Le
Cueur d'Amours Espris (The Book of the Heart Possessed by Love) and the
Livre des Tournies (The Manual for the Perfect Organization of Tourneys).
The first is an allegory in which the heart is represented by a knight named
Cueur, who pursues his love, Sweet Grace. The second is an idealized version
of a Pas d'Armes, an actual handbook, and indeed no one was a
better-qualified author. It was prepared during the late 1440s, about the
time Rene's great tourneys were actually held. When it was reported to Rene'
that a noble lord of high degree had expressed himself disparagingly about
the Duke of Anjou's new literary activity, saving: "It ill befits a prince
to descend to such scribbler's work," Rene's comment was: "Such words might
come more fittingly from a bellowing bull than a noble prince."
The Livre des Tournies includes information on everything from how to make a
challenge (by offering a rebated sword to the appellant team and having your
herald recite a peace-loving ritualized challenge while wearing a cloak of
golden cloth), to how to display banners (all fighters must have banners
displayed out the windows of the tavern in which they are staying). This
treatise outlines a tournament in which the fighters are vying to prove
their prowess, grace, chivalry, respect for ladies and pageantry
In all his undertakings, whether they concerned the sober administration of
government business or the festive life of a knightly dream world, ISABEL
was Rene's helpmate. When death took his wife from him in 1453, he was
inconsolable. His deep mourning for her may have played a part in his
letting himself be persuaded to go to war in Italy once more, on behalf of
his old claim to the throne of Naples and Sicily. Florence and Milan,
fighting against Alfonso of Aragon (then ruling Naples), called upon the
King of France for aid; he sent them Duke Rene' in his stead. In midsummer
of 1453 Rene' went to Italy, but he returned to France in February 1454
though the Italian campaign had not vet been decided one way or the other.
For Rene, the time of battles and political ambitions was now over. His
second wife, whom he married in September 1454 in Angers, ,was Jeanne of
Laval, the daughter of a Breton nobleman. She was twenty-four years younger
than Rene', who was just forty-five. Again, that fairy-tale element in the
story: the King secluded -with his young wife in the quiet castle, writing
and illustrating his books. For Rene' actually stayed at Angers and at
Saumur, where his literary works came into being, almost uninterruptedly
until 1471. Then he moved to Provence, taking his entire, carefully
inventoried library with him. He died at Aix-la-Chappelle on July 10, 1480.
Rene' had provided for a fitting tombstone at the Church of Saint Maurice in
Angers during his lifetime. Above the marble tomb was affixed one of his own
large paintings, showing a dying king on a throne. The figure, holding
scepter and orb, is halfway to being a skeleton already, his crown
threatening to slip off the head leaning to one side. This memorial was
destroyed during the French revolution. But the memory of Good King Rene' is
preserved in history and literature, not least by his own works.>>
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WIZARD O(XF)ORD VIVERE LIVE
DRAZIW L(CU)LIW .EREVIV EVIL
Core, n. [OF. cor, coer, CUER, F. c[oe]ur, fr. L. cor heart.]
The heart or inner part of a thing, as of a column, wall, rope,
of a boil, etc.; especially, the central part of fruit, containing
the kernels or seeds; as, the core of an apple or quince.
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<<The heart, represented in the dream as a knight in full armor named Cueur
( or CUER) , accompanied by his PAGE, Desire, Sets off on a perilous journey
of courtship to liberate Sweet Grace ( Dame Doulce-Mercy ) who is being held
in captivity by three enemies of Love: Denial ( Reffus ), Shame ( Honte )
and Fear ( Crainte ).>>
Rene's masterpiece
_Le Livre du CUeur d'Amours Espris_ (1457)
http://www.guice.org/bklvntr2.html
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Art Neuendorffer
Art Neuendorffer
>
> > Is Hurricane Isabel preventing Art posting???
"Greg Reynolds" <eve...@core.com> wrote
> "Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more;
> But rather wishing a more strict restraint...
>
> ...I'll send him certain word of my success."
> Isabel
> MfM Act I, scene IV
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All's Well That Ends Well
Act 1, Scene 3
Clown: No maddam,
'Tis not so well that I am poore, though manie
of the rich are damn'd, but if I may haue your Ladiships
good will to goe to the world, Isbell the woman and
will doe as we may.
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Art N.
Art Neuendorffer
"of WITTE and wiliness she lacked nothing"
"more like to a man"
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_Who's Who in Shakespeare_
<<Shakespeare is generally held not to be responsible for the dramatic, and
largely unhistorical, character of Margaret of Anjou in 1, 2, 3 Hen. VI. For
the (fictitious) narrative of her intrigue with Suffolk (see William de la
Pole).
Acc. the chroniclers, Margaret 'excelled all other, as well in beautie
and favour as in wit and policie; aand was of stomach and courage more like
to a man than a woman'; she was 'desirous of glory and covetous of honour...
of witte and wiliness she lacked nothing.' yet 'often tme, when she was
vehement and fully bent in a matter, she was sodainly lyke a wethercocke,
mutable, and turning' (Hall, p. 207; Hol iii, 625).
In iii, 2, 1. 26, 'NELL' is given for 'Margaret,' apparently by mistake
so also is 'Elianor' or 'Elinor' .
In Richard III Margaret must be regarded as a fictitious character, since
she never returned to England after 1475, and died in 1482 before the actual
date of iv, 4. God's 'judgement is embodeied in the fearful Margaret and her
curses, in which the avenging spirit utters it terrible decree. With
striking glaringness, distinctness, and intensity, Sh. has pronounced,
repeated, and accomplished these imprecations.' (Bervinus, Sh. Comm.
(1875).>>
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"WITTY above her sexe"
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HEERE LYETH YE BODY OF SVSANNA
WIFE TO IOHN HALL, GENT : YE DAUGH
TER OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. GENT :
SHEE DECEASED YE ijth OF IVLY.
An 1649. AGED 66.
"Witty above her sexe, but that's not all.
Wise to salvation was good Mistris Hall,
Something of Shakespeare was in that, but this
Wholy of him with whom she's now in blisse.
Then Passenger, hast nere(?) a teare
To weepe with her that wrp(?); with all;
That wept yet set her self to chere
Them up with comforts condiall(?)
Her love shall live, her mercy spread,
When thou has nere a teare to shed.
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Romeo and Juliet Act 1, Scene 5
First Servant: Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-CUPBOARD, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me,
let the PORTER let in SUSAN GRINDSTONE and NELL..
HENRY PORTER disappears on St. AUGUSTINE's day May 26, 1599
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the SUSAN CONSTANT:
SUSAN Vere born on St. AUGUSTINE's day May 26, 1587
Witty SUSANna Shak. was 'born' on St. AUGUSTINE's day May 26, 1583
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<<Matters concerning censorship and the Earl of Essex arose in the
Spring of 1599 which tend to suggest that Chorus' verses were composed
early that year, and push the playing-dates of Henry V into the first
weeks of April-May. In February 1599, Dr. John Hayward published an
account of the reign of Henry IV. (8) The book was dedicated to Essex.
Its introduction implied that this history might provide a pattern "both
for private directions and the affayres of state" (A3r). (9) The Queen
and her advisors imagined Hayward's description of the deposition of
Richard II-coupled with his lavish praise of Essex-as a thinly veiled
threat to the crown. Perhaps as a response, the notorious Order of the
Bishops (March 1599) included an injunction that "noe English historyes
be printed excepte they bee allowed by some of her maiesties privie
Counsell" (Patterson 129). When Hayward attempted to publish a second
edition of his book in April all 1500 copies were seized and burnt.
On July 11, 1599 Hayward was interrogated before the Privy Council.
The vitriolic Queen
"argued that Hayward was pretending to be the author in order to
shield 'some more mischievous' person, and that he should be racked so
that he might disclose the truth" (DNB on CB-ROM). Hayward avoided
execution only through the intercession of Bacon (Dutton 121), and
remained imprisoned until after Essex's execution in 1601. (10) Given
the Hayward incident in February-March 1599, and the dismal news
arriving from Ireland by June, it seems inconceivable that the
Chamberlain's Men would have opened the Globe with a play containing
(dangerous) verses comparing Essex to Henry V.
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http://www.ntin.net/McDaniel/0711.htm
July 11, 1274, Robert the Bruce born.
July 11, 1533, King Henry VIII excommunicated by Clement VII.
+25
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July 11, 1558, Robert Greene born in Norwich. He made the first
in-print reference to Shakespeare in his Groat's-Worth of Wit.
July 11, 1599, John Hayward interrogated by the Privy Council
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July 11, 1649, John Hall's wife SVSANNA dies.
July 11, 1754, Stratfordian Thomas Bowdler born.
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July 11, 1804, Vice-President Aaron Burr killed Alexander Hamilton in a
duel on the Palisades of New Jersey. Hamilton had been so vituperative
in his attacks on Burr's character and ambitions that Burr made the
challenge. Hamilton called Burr too irresponsible and dangerous for the
governorship of New York, a post Burr was seeking. Hamilton was fatally
wounded in the liver. Burr's career was ended from the subsequent ill
will toward him.
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February 2, 1650, Charles II's mistress NELL Gwin born
February 2, 1685, Charles II said "Let not poor Nellie starve" & died.
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The Mistresses of Charles II by Brenda Ralph Lewis
http://www.britannia.com/history/charmist.html
<<NELL herself was the target of some opposition from another
of the royal mistresses, the high & mighty Louise de Keroualle who
berated Charles for taking up with this coarse, common 'ORANGE wench'.
NELL's name for Louise who had a slight cast in on eye: Squintabella.
Another name Nell gave her was 'WEEPING WILLOW', since
Louise would use tears to prise some gift or favour from the King.
Both nicknames infuriated Louise, but amused Charles.
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a FLOURISHING WILLOW
http://www.guice.org/bklvf-21.html
<<The combat is now over and the Black Knight rides off. ~~ Dame Melancholy
is gone ~ in her place there is another lady, Hope ( Esperance ). It is she
who pulls Cueur from the muddy stream, his horse having already scrambled
out. In the stream float broken pieces of Sorrows Lance, but Cueur's lance ,
too, has fallen
into the water. Cueur has tied his shield to his back and is supporting
himself on the riverbank with his left arm. Hope is holding her left arm out
for balance as she tugs at Cueur's wrist. Desire bows to her in mute homage,
but from the text we learn that he also lends her a hand in her rescue work.
The scene is the same as in the previous illustration, though it has shifted
a bit, with the bridge and the hills and trees behind it further off to the
left. This brings more of the stream into the picture, with the new trees
visible, among them a FLOURISHING WILLOW. The figure of Hope can be seen
only from the back, but her violet-blue gown with its graceful folds, her
abundant golden hair and crown bring fresh color into the picture, just as
her appearance gives the story a new impetus.>>
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<<Built of BRICK trimmed with STONE Theobalds (pronounced Tibbals)
was approached by a mile-long avenue of CEDARS. While nothing
remains of it today but a few stones, full plans survive.>>
CO-RA-MB-IS
B R I C (k)
M A S O (n)
BRICK MASON
(th)OMAS BRINCK(nell)
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Old CURIOSITY Shop by Charles Dickens
Little NELL stood timidly by, with her eyes raised to the countenance
of Mr Quilp as he read the letter, plainly showing by her looks that
while she entertained some fear and distrust of the little man,
she was much inclined to laugh at his
uncouth appearance and GROTEsque attitude.
The little door out of which [Daniel Quilp]
had thrust his head was close to the inn larder;
and there he stood, bowing with GROTEsque politeness;
as much at his ease as if the door were that of his own house;
blighting all the legs of mutton and cold roast fowls by his close
companionship, and looking like the EVIL genius of the cellars
come from UNDERGROUND upon some work of mischief.
Mr Brass, on recognising him, immediately stopped
the coach. As it came to a HALT directly opposite
to where he stood, the dwarf pulled off his hat, and
saluted the party with a hideous and GROTEsque politeness.
'AHA!' he cried. 'Where now, Brass? where now?
Sally with you too? Sweet Sally! And Dick? Pleasant Dick!
And KIT! Honest KIT!
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King Henry VI, Part ii Act 2, Scene 4
(quarto) Humphrey. My louely NELL, what wouldst thou haue me do?
Should I attempt to rescue thee from hence,
I should incurre the danger of the law,
And thy disgrace would not be shadowed so.
Elnor. Be thou milde, and stir not at my disgrace,
Vntill the axe of death hang ouer thy head,
As shortly sure it will. For Suffolke he,
The new made Duke, that may *DO ALL in ALL*
With her that loues him so, and HATE(S VS) ALL,
And impious Yorke and Bewford that false Priest.
Haue all lymde bushes to betraie thy wings,
And flie thou how thou can they will intangle thee.
(folio) Glost. Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this griefe.
Elianor. Ah Gloster, teach me to forget my selfe:
For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife,
And thou a Prince, Protector of this Land;
Me thinkes I should not thus be led along,
Mayl'd vp in shame, with Papers on my back,
And follow'd with a Rabble, that reioyce
To see my teares, and heare my deepe-set groanes.
The ruthlesse Flint doth cut my tender feet,
And when I start, the enuious people laugh,
And bid me be aduised how I treade.
Ah Humfrey, can I beare this shamefull yoake?
Trowest thou, that ere Ile looke vpon the World,
Or count them happy, that enioyes the Sunne?
No: Darke shall be my Light, and Night my Day.
To thinke vpon my Pompe, shall be my Hell.
Sometime Ile say, I am Duke Humfreyes Wife,
And he a Prince, and Ruler of the Land:
Yet so he rul'd, and such a Prince he was,
As he stood by, whilest I, his forlorne Duchesse,
Was made a wonder, and a pointing stock
To euery idle Rascall follower.
But be thou milde, and blush not at my shame,
Nor stirre at nothing, till the Axe of Death
Hang ouer thee, as sure it shortly will.
For Suffolke, he that can *DOE ALL in ALL*
With her, that HATEth thee and HATE(S VS) ALL,
And Yorke, and impious Beauford, that false Priest,
Haue all lym'd Bushes to betray thy Wings,
And flye thou how thou canst, they'le tangle thee.
But feare not thou, vntill thy foot be snar'd,
Nor neuer seeke preuention of thy foes.
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Art Neuendorffer
Art Neuendorffer
1 King Henry VI, Part ii Act 3, Scene 1
QUEEN MARGARET Free lords, cold snow melts with the SUN's hot BEAMS.
YORK Like to the glorious SUN's transparent BEAMS,
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King Henry VI, Part iii Act 1, Scene 4
QUEEN MARGARET But how is it that great Plantagenet
Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
As I bethink me, you should not be king
Till OUR KING HENRY had shook hands with death.
And will you pale your head in HENRY's glory,
And rob his temples of the diadem,
Now in his life, against your holy oath?
O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!
Off with the crown, and with the crown his head;
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
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After Edward III's grandson Richard II was deposed in 1399,
the PlantaGENETs SPLIT into the houses of Lancaster and York.
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King Richard III Act 1, Scene 3
QUEEN MARGARET O, but remember this another day,
When he shall SPLIT thy very heart with sorrow,
And say poor Margaret was a prophetess!
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_Henry VI Part 3_ ACT V.
SCENE IV. Plains wear TEWKSBURY Flourish. March.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET,
OXFORD, and SOLDIERS
QUEEN MARGARET
What though the mast be now blown overboard,
The CABLE broke, the holding-ANCHOR lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
Should leave the HELM and like a fearful lad
With tearful eyes add water to the sea
And give more strength to that which hath too much,
Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have saved?
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say Warwick was our ANCHOR; what of that?
And Montague our topmost; what of him?
Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another ANCHOR?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
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King Richard III Act 4, Scene 4
QUEEN MARGARET
I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune;
I call'd thee then poor shadow, painted queen;
The presentation of but what I was;
The flattering INDEX OF a DIR-EFUL pageant;
One heaved a-high, to be hurl'd down below;
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INDEX OF (a) DIR-EFUL pageant
I, ED.OXINF(o)RD,FUEL pageant
Index, n. [L.: cf. F. index.] 1. That which points out;
that which shows, indicates, manifests, or discloses.
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King Henry VI, Part ii Act 3, Scene 1
QUEEN MARGARET
Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
If wind and FUEL be brought to feed it with:
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King Henry VI, Part iii Act 5, Scene 4
QUEEN MARGARET Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
BeSTRIDe the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Or else you famish; that's a threefold death.
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King Henry VI, Part i Act 5, Scene 4
Shepherd I would the milk
Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
I wish some RAVENOUS wolf had eaten thee!
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King Henry VI, Part ii Act 3, Scene 1
QUEEN MARGARET as is the RAVENOUS wolf.
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KING RICHARD III Act 1, Scene 3
QUEEN MARGARET:
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
The WORM of conscience still begnaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
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King Richard III Act 4, Scene 4
QUEEN MARGARET Thy Edward he is dead, that stabb'd my Edward:
Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;
Young York he is but boot, because both they
Match not the high perfection of my loss:
Thy Clarence he is dead that kill'd my Edward;
And the beholders of this tragic play,
The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, GREY,
Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves.
Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer,
Only rEsERVED their factor, to BUY souls
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_Henry VI Part 3_ ACT V.
SCENE IV. Plains wear TEWKSBURY Flourish. March.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET,
OXFORD, and SOLDIERS
QUEEN MARGARET
What though the mast be now blown overboard,
The CABLE broke, the holding-ANCHOR lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
Should leave the HELM and like a fearful lad
With tearful eyes add water to the sea
And give more strength to that which hath too much,
Whiles, in his moan, the ship SPLITS on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have saved?
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say Warwick was our ANCHOR; what of that?
And Montague our topmost; what of him?
Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another ANCHOR?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
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King Henry VI, Part iii Act 3, Scene 3
QUEEN MARGARET: Why, is not Oxford here another ANCHOR?
...Thanks, gentle Somerset; SWEET OXFORD, thanks.
KING HENRY VI SWEET OXFORD, and my loving Montague,
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May 4
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387 A.D. {9 days after her Easter "vision at Ostia"]
Death of Saint Monica, mother of Saint Augustine. Her feast used to
be celebrated on this day, the day before her son converted. Today it is
liturgically celebrated on August 27, the day before her son's feast
day. Monica, a patient woman, is the patron saint of wives and mothers
with troubled or wayward children.
1038 A.D. [Ascension (Thurs)day]
Death of Saint Gothard, also known as Godehard. Born in 962, he
became a Benedictine monk and then bishop of Bavaria. St. Gothard Pass
in the Swiss Alps derives its name from the chapel built there to honor
this saint who was canonized in 1131 by Pope Innocent II.
http://www.dailycatholic.org/issue/archives/may2000/87may4,vol.11,no.87txt/
1471 A.D. [Saturday]
Death of Prince Edward of England when Queen Margaret, also of
England, is defeated at TEWKESBURY Edward IV in the War of Roses.
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King Richard the Third Act II scene 1
Edward IV The mighty Warwicke, and did fight for me?
Who told me in the field at TEWKESBURY,
When Oxford had me downe, he rescued me
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<<In March, 1971, Edward IV returned to England, and defeated & killed
Warwick at the battle of Barnet. He tossed the hapless Henry VI
into the Tower of London, and took the throne once more.
In May, Henry's wife, Queen Margaret, and their only son, Prince
Edward, were defeated in battle at Tewkesbury by Edward IV. Prince
Edward was killed. Edward IV returned in triumph to London, and a few
hours later, Henry VI died in the Tower in "mysterious circumstances.">>
_Henry VI Part 3_ ACT V.
SCENE IV. Plains wear TEWKSBURY Flourish. March.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET,
OXFORD, and SOLDIERS
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THE LORD COBHAM (THE LOLLARD) AFFAIR and GRUFFYDD VYCHAN
http://family-tree.hypermart.net/lord_cobham.htm
<<Sir GRUFFYDd was well respected and liked by his neighbours, but in
1447 he was suspected of holding correspondence with adherents to the
House of York and the then Queen, Margaret of Anjou, obtained a warrant
from the treasury and sent to Henry GREY, Earl of Powys to have him
arrested. Henry GREY was the son of Lord John GREY, Earl of Tankerville,
who would have been at Agincourt with Sir GRUFFYDd and who died in 1421.
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King Richard III Act 4, Scene 4
QUEEN MARGARET I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune;
I call'd thee then poor shadow, painted queen;
The presentation of but what I was;
The flattering index of a direful pageant;
One heaved a-high, to be hurl'd down below;
A mother only mock'd with two sweet babes;
A dream of what thou wert, a breath, a BUBBLE,
A sign of dignity, a garish flag,
To be the aim of every dangerous shot,
A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
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"Greg Reynolds" <eve...@core.com> wrote
> Here's a favorite poem by Oxford, his onlie sonnet.
> Crowley regards it as Viagra because it mentions court.
> Notice it is not included in anyone else's canon.
> Who *TAUGHT* thee first to *SIGH*, alas, *MY HEART* ?
> Who *TAUGHT* *thy TONGUE* the woeful *WORDS* of plaint ?
> Who *FILLed your EYES with TEARS* of *BITTER SMART* ?
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'O, what excuse can MY INVENTION make,
When thou shalt charge me with so black a deed?
Will not my *TONGUE* be mute, my frail joints shake,
Mine *EYES* forego their light, my false *HEART* bleed?
The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed;
And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly,
But coward-like with trembling terror die.
-- The Rape of Lucrece Stanza 33
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King Henry VI, Part iii Act 1, Scene 4
YORK She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
Whose *TONGUE* more poisons than the adder's tooth!
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging,
Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,
Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
Hath that poor monarch *TAUGHT* thee to insult?
It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
Unless the adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
The want thereof makes thee abominable:
Thou art as opposite to every good
As the Antipodes are unto us,
Or as the south to the septentrion.
O tiger's *HEART* wrapt in a woman's hide!
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his *EYES* withal,
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
Bids't thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
These *TEARS* are my sweet Rutland's obsequies:
And every drop cries vengeance for his death,
'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
Frenchwoman.
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King Henry VI, Part ii Act 3, Scene 1
GLOUCESTER Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
Virtue is choked with foul ambition
And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
Foul subornation is predominant
And equity exiled your highness' land.
I know their complot is to have my life,
And if my death might make this island happy,
And prove the period of their tyranny,
I would expend it with all willingness:
But mine is made the prologue to their play;
For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
Beaufort's red sparkling *EYES* blab his *HEART*'s malice,
And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his *TONGUE*
The envious load that lies upon his *HEART*;
And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
By false accuse doth level at my life:
And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
Myself had notice of your conventicles--
And all to make away my guiltless life.
I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
The ancient proverb will be well effected:
'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
Act 3, Scene 2
QUEEN MARGARET 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.
What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
Erect his statue and worship it,
And make my image but an alehouse sign.
Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
Drove back again unto my native clime?
What boded this, but well forewarning wind
Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
But left that hateful office unto thee:
The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
With *TEARS* as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
Because thy flinty *HEART*, more hard than they,
Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
And when the dusky sky began to rob
My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
I took a costly jewel from my neck,
A *HEART* it was, bound in with diamonds,
And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
And so I wish'd thy body might my *HEART*:
And even with this I lost fair England's view
And bid mine *EYES* be packing with my *HEART*
And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
How often have I tempted Suffolk's *TONGUE*,
The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
When he to madding Dido would unfold
His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
[Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons]
WARWICK It is reported, mighty sovereign,
That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
The commons, like an angry *H I V E* of bees
That want their leader, scatter up and down
And care not who they sting in his revenge.
Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
Until they hear the order of his death.
KING HENRY VI That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
But how he died God knows, not *H E N R Y*:
SUFFOLK A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as *BITTER*-searching terms,
As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
My *TONGUE* should stumble in mine earnest *WORDS*;
Mine *EYES* should sparkle like the beaten flint;
Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burthen'd *HEART* would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch as *SMART* as lizards' sting!
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--
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Art Neuendorffer