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 11
... eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks ; How say you , sir ? Can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself hath nought to do . Glos . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee ...
... eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks ; How say you , sir ? Can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself hath nought to do . Glos . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee ...
Pagina 18
... eyes drop mill - stones , when fools ' eyes drop tears : I like you , lads ; -about your business straight ; Go , go , despatch . ( Exeunt Two Officers . So far my fortune keeps an upward course , And yet I do but dream on sovereignty ...
... eyes drop mill - stones , when fools ' eyes drop tears : I like you , lads ; -about your business straight ; Go , go , despatch . ( Exeunt Two Officers . So far my fortune keeps an upward course , And yet I do but dream on sovereignty ...
Pagina 19
... eyes did once inhabit , there were crept , ( As ' twere in scorn of eyes , ) reflecting gems , That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Awaked you not with this sore agony ? Clar ...
... eyes did once inhabit , there were crept , ( As ' twere in scorn of eyes , ) reflecting gems , That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Awaked you not with this sore agony ? Clar ...
Pagina 20
... eyes do menace me : why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore , do you come ? 1st . Off . To- Clar . To murder me ? 1st Off . Ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And therefore cannot have the hearts to do ...
... eyes do menace me : why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore , do you come ? 1st . Off . To- Clar . To murder me ? 1st Off . Ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And therefore cannot have the hearts to do ...
Pagina 25
... eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck : You should not blemish it , if I stood by ; As all the world is cheered ... eyes , and see him here . Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glos . I would they were , that I ...
... eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck : You should not blemish it , if I stood by ; As all the world is cheered ... eyes , and see him here . Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glos . I would they were , that I ...
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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.