The Tragedy of Richard the ThirdMacmillan, 1912 - 198 pagini |
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... Wives of Windsor - FRED P. EMERY , A.M. , Professor of Eng- lish , Dartmouth College . Titus Andronicus - ELMER E. STOLL , Ph.D. Pericles - C . ALPHONSO SMITH , Ph.D. , Edgar Allan Poe Professor of English , University of Virginia . The ...
... Wives of Windsor - FRED P. EMERY , A.M. , Professor of Eng- lish , Dartmouth College . Titus Andronicus - ELMER E. STOLL , Ph.D. Pericles - C . ALPHONSO SMITH , Ph.D. , Edgar Allan Poe Professor of English , University of Virginia . The ...
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... Wife , 1599 , by Day and Chettle , and The Second Part of Henry Richmond , 1599 , both likewise lost , dealt with kindred material . Among the non - dramatic versions of Richard's story the most important is perhaps The Rising to the ...
... Wife , 1599 , by Day and Chettle , and The Second Part of Henry Richmond , 1599 , both likewise lost , dealt with kindred material . Among the non - dramatic versions of Richard's story the most important is perhaps The Rising to the ...
Pagina 6
... wife , Clarence , ' tis she That tempts him to this harsh extremity . Was it not she and that good man of worship , Anthony Woodville , her brother there , That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower , From whence this present day he ...
... wife , Clarence , ' tis she That tempts him to this harsh extremity . Was it not she and that good man of worship , Anthony Woodville , her brother there , That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower , From whence this present day he ...
Pagina 7
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And that the Queen's kindred are made gentle- folks . 95 How say you , sir ? Can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to ...
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And that the Queen's kindred are made gentle- folks . 95 How say you , sir ? Can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to ...
Pagina 10
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaught'red son , 10 Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes . O cursed be the hand that made these ...
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaught'red son , 10 Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes . O cursed be the hand that made these ...
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Anne battle Baynard's Castle blood Brak Brakenbury brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Clar Clarence conscience cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed Dorset dost doth dream Duch Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Edward Eliz Elizabeth England Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Ff omit friends gentle Glou God's Grace gracious Grey hate hath heart heaven Henry Holinshed holy house of Lancaster husband Julius Cæsar kill'd King Richard live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lord Stanley madam Margaret Marry Mayor Mess mother Murd murder noble Norfolk peace Ph.D Plantagenet play Prince Professor of English Qq omit Queen Ratcliff Rich Richard III Richard Ratcliff Richard the Third Richm Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare sleep sorrow soul Stan tell thee thou hast throne to-morrow Tower tragedy Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife withal York
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Pagina 152 - I am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
Pagina 151 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself?
Pagina 152 - I shall, despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Came to my tent : and every one did threat To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Pagina 37 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Pagina 4 - ... Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Pagina 4 - Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Pagina 4 - And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other...
Pagina 35 - But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Pagina 159 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: — A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Pagina 152 - Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.