Set down, set down your honorable load

Set down, set down your honorable load,Epimone
If honor may be shrouded in a hearse,Personification
Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
Th’ untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
   They set down the bier.
Poor key-cold figure of a holy king,Alliteration
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster,Metaphor
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood,Polyptoton
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son,
Stabbed by the selfsame hand that made these wounds.Synecdoche
Lo, in these windows that let forth thy lifeMetaphor
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.

O, cursèd be the hand that made these holes;
Cursèd the heart that had the heart to do it;
Cursèd the blood that let this blood from hence.

O, cursèd be the hand that made these holes;
Cursèd the heart that had the heart to do it;
Cursèd the blood that let this blood from hence.Anaphora, Epimone, Parison, Polyptoton & Synecdoche
More direful hap betide that hated wretch
That makes us wretched by the death of theePolyptoton
Than I can wish to wolves, to spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venomed thing that lives.
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view,
And that be heir to his unhappiness.
AlliterationIf ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him
Than I am made by my young lord and thee.—Anaphora & Hyperbaton
Come now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul’s to be interrèd there.
They take up the bier.
And still, as you are weary of this weight,
Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry’s corse.Alliteration