The life and death of king Richard iii, a tragedy restored and re-arranged, as performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent garden [ed. by W.C. Macready]. |
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Pagina 15
... curse my noble father laid on thee , In bitterness of soul , is fallen upon thee . Hast . O , ' twas the foulest deed to slay his child . Riv . Tyrants themselves wept , when it was reported . Marg . What , were you snarling all ...
... curse my noble father laid on thee , In bitterness of soul , is fallen upon thee . Hast . O , ' twas the foulest deed to slay his child . Riv . Tyrants themselves wept , when it was reported . Marg . What , were you snarling all ...
Pagina 16
William Shakespeare William Charles Macready. Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven ? Why then give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! - Though not by war , by surfeit die your king ! Edward thy son , for my sweet ...
William Shakespeare William Charles Macready. Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven ? Why then give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! - Though not by war , by surfeit die your king ! Edward thy son , for my sweet ...
Pagina 23
... Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! If ever he have wife , let her be made More miserable by the life of him , Than I am made by my young lord and thee ! ( Retires . Glos . Poor girl ! what pains she takes to curse herself ...
... Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! If ever he have wife , let her be made More miserable by the life of him , Than I am made by my young lord and thee ! ( Retires . Glos . Poor girl ! what pains she takes to curse herself ...
Pagina 27
... curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With Heaven , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I , no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And ...
... curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With Heaven , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I , no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And ...
Pagina 50
... curse falls heavy on my head ! Cancel his bond of life , just heaven , I pray- Make me your wrathful minister of vengeance ! And ye much - injured spirits of Henry , Clarence , Of all , that have miscarried through his foul injustice ...
... curse falls heavy on my head ! Cancel his bond of life , just heaven , I pray- Make me your wrathful minister of vengeance ! And ye much - injured spirits of Henry , Clarence , Of all , that have miscarried through his foul injustice ...
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Alarums arms Baynard's castle bear beseech Bishop of Ely blood Brak Brakenbury Bran brother Buck Cates Chertsey Cibber Clar Clarence corse cousin crown curse dead death deeds Dorset doth dream Duch Duchess of York Duke of York Earl of Richmond Edward Edward IV Elizabeth Enter Catesby Enter Gloster Enter King Richard Enter Stanley Exeunt Exit Catesby eyes fair farewell fear friends gentle give Glos Glost grace gracious Grey hath hear heart heaven hell hope horse husband James Tyrrel Lady Anne liege live look Lord Hastings Lord Rivers Lord Stanley madam majesty Marg marquis marry Mayor Methought mighty mother night noble Lord Norf Norfolk pardon pity Prince Ratcliff Rich Richm royal Saint Paul SCENE Shakspeare shalt Sir William Brandon soul sovereign speak Stan sword tell tent thee thou thought to-morrow Tower trumpets twas Tyrrel uncle unto withal
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Pagina 19 - All scattered 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 10 - 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 19 - With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Pagina 12 - 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!
Pagina 9 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Pagina 19 - 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.
Pagina 9 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, 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 18 - 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.
Pagina 20 - With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling waked, and for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 37 - My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there : I do beseech you send for some of them.