The Yale Literary Magazine (Vol. I, No. 4, June 1836)Various
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The Yale Literary Magazine (Vol. I, No. 4, June 1836)
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College students' writings, American -- Connecticut -- New Haven -- Periodicals; Yale University -- Periodicals
“And thus, as I have learned of them that much knew and
little cause had to lie, were these two noble princes,
these innocent, tender children, born of most royal blood,
brought up in great wealth, likely long to live to reign and
rule in the realm, by traitorous tyranny taken, deprived of
their estate, shortly shut up in prison, and privily slain
and murthered, their bodies cast, God wot where, by the
cruel ambition of their unnatural uncle and his dispiteous
tormentors. Which things on every part well pondered, God
never gave this world a more notable example, neither in
what unsurety standeth this worldly weal, or what mischief
worketh the proud enterprise of a high heart, or finally
what wretched end ensueth such dispiteous cruelty. For
first, to begin with the ministers, Miles Forrest at Saint
Martin’s piecemeal rotted away. Dighton indeed yet walketh
on alive, in good possibility to be hanged ere he die. But
Sir James Tyrrel died at Tower hill, beheaded for treason.
King Richard himself, as ye shall hereafter hear, slain in
the field, hacked and hewed of his enemies’ hands, harried
on horseback dead, his hair in despite torn and togged
like a cur dog. And the mischief that he took, within less
than three years of the mischief that he did. And yet all
the mean time, spent in much pain and trouble outward,
much fear, anguish and sorrow within. For I have heard by
credible report of such as were secret with his chamberers,
that after this abominable deed done, he never had quiet
in his mind, he never thought himself sure. Where he went
abroad, his eyen whirled about, his body privily fenced, his
hand ever on his dagger, his countenance and manner like one
always ready to strike again; he took ill rest a nights, lay
long waking and musing, sore wearied with care and watch,
rather slumbered than slept, troubled with fearful dreams,
suddenly sometime start up, leap out of his bed and run
about the chamber; so was his restless heart continually
tossed and tumbled with the tedious impression and stormy
remembrance of his abominable deed.”
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