King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard IIIPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Pagina ix
... head wrapt in a player's hyde , supposes hee is as well able to bombaste out a blanke verse as the best of you ; and being an absolute Johannes fac totum is in his own conceit , the onely Shake- scene in a countrey . There can be no ...
... head wrapt in a player's hyde , supposes hee is as well able to bombaste out a blanke verse as the best of you ; and being an absolute Johannes fac totum is in his own conceit , the onely Shake- scene in a countrey . There can be no ...
Pagina 12
... Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- Is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . War . And so do I - Victorious ...
... Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- Is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . War . And so do I - Victorious ...
Pagina 16
... head . Edw . Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . Good brother , as thou lov'st and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . York ...
... head . Edw . Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . Good brother , as thou lov'st and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . York ...
Pagina 21
... head , As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it , but to make thy sepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor , and the lord of Calais ; Stern ...
... head , As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it , but to make thy sepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor , and the lord of Calais ; Stern ...
Pagina 32
... Head . Ay , marry , sir , now looks he like a king ! Ay , this is he that took king Henry's chair ; And this is he was his adopted heir.— But how is it , that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soon , and broke his solemn oath ? . As I ...
... Head . Ay , marry , sir , now looks he like a king ! Ay , this is he that took king Henry's chair ; And this is he was his adopted heir.— But how is it , that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soon , and broke his solemn oath ? . As I ...
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Anne battle blood brother Buck Buckingham Cates Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse Daugh dead death devil Dorset doth duke of York Dutch earl Edward IV England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father fear folio France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour horse house of Lancaster house of York JOHNSON king Edward king Henry king Richard lady Lancaster live look lord Hastings madam MALONE Margaret means Montague mother Murd never noble oath old quarto peize Plantagenet play prince PRINCE of WALES quartos read Queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richm Richmond royal Saint George SCENE Shakspere shalt slain soldiers Somerset soul speak Stan Stanley STEEVENS sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick weep words
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Pagina 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, 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...
Pagina 145 - ... 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 dir'st degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Pagina 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, . Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: 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.
Pagina 36 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Pagina 55 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Pagina 56 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pagina 146 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Pagina 37 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 133 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!