“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volumul 12Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1808 |
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Pagina 3
... Hastings . Lord Stanley . Lord Lovel . Sir Thomas Vaughan . Sir Richard Ratcliff . Sir William Catesby . Sir James Tyrrel . Sir James Blount . Sir Walter Herbert . Sir Robert Brakenbury , Lieutenant of the Tower . Christopher Urswick ...
... Hastings . Lord Stanley . Lord Lovel . Sir Thomas Vaughan . Sir Richard Ratcliff . Sir William Catesby . Sir James Tyrrel . Sir James Blount . Sir Walter Herbert . Sir Robert Brakenbury , Lieutenant of the Tower . Christopher Urswick ...
Pagina 7
... Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the Queen's kindred , and night - walking heralds That ...
... Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the Queen's kindred , and night - walking heralds That ...
Pagina 9
... Hastings ? 4 Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious Lord ! Glo . As much unto my good Lord Chamber- lain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . * How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience ...
... Hastings ? 4 Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious Lord ! Glo . As much unto my good Lord Chamber- lain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . * How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience ...
Pagina 10
... HASTINGS . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep ...
... HASTINGS . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep ...
Pagina 23
... HASTINGS , and DORSET . Glo . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it : Who are they , that complain unto the King , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them not ? By holy Paul , they love his Grace but lightly , That fill his ...
... HASTINGS , and DORSET . Glo . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it : Who are they , that complain unto the King , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them not ? By holy Paul , they love his Grace but lightly , That fill his ...
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Alluding ancient Anne battle Baynard's castle blood boar Brak brother Buck Buckingham called Cate Catesby Clar Clarence cousin crown curse daughter dead death devil Dorset doth dream Duch Duke of Gloster Earl of Richmond Eliz Elizabeth England Enter GLOSTER Exeunt Exit eyes fear folio friends gentle Ghost give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hath heart heaven Holinshed holy honour house of Lancaster husband Iniquity JOHNSON King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III Lady live look Lord Hastings Lord Stanley Lovel Madam MALONE Margaret married Mayor means mother Murd murder never night noble play Polydore Vergil Prince quarto Queen Ratcliff Rich Richm RITSON royal saint scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sleep soul speak Stan STEEVENS tell thee thou to-morrow Tower uncle unto Vice WARBURTON weep wife William Brandon word York
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Pagina 6 - 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, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to...
Pagina 139 - 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? Great reason why— Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself! Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself!
Pagina 139 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Pagina 36 - ... 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 263 - ... foot. The country people flock from all sides many miles off, to hear and see it. For they have therein devils and devices, to delight as well the eye as the ear.
Pagina 139 - 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 dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
Pagina 263 - ... the players conne not their parts without booke, but are prompted by one called the ordinary, who followeth at their back with the book in his hand, and telleth them softly what they must pronounce aloud.
Pagina 268 - Lack'st thou cards, friend, or dice? I will teach thee [to] cheat, child, to cog, lie and swagger, And ever and anon to be drawing forth thy dagger: To swear by...
Pagina 35 - 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 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.