The Works of Shakespeare: Richard IIIMethuen, 1907 |
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Pagina 24
... sleep To undertake the death of all the world , 115 120 So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , 125 These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glou . These eyes could ...
... sleep To undertake the death of all the world , 115 120 So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , 125 These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glou . These eyes could ...
Pagina 42
... sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! Thou elvish - mark'd , abortive , rooting hog ! Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity The slave of nature and ...
... sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! Thou elvish - mark'd , abortive , rooting hog ! Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity The slave of nature and ...
Pagina 45
... sleeping peace . O Buckingham , take heed of yonder dog ! 275 280 285 Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , 290 His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ! Sin , death , and ...
... sleeping peace . O Buckingham , take heed of yonder dog ! 275 280 285 Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , 290 His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ! Sin , death , and ...
Pagina 53
... sleep . Brak . I will , my lord : God give your grace good rest ! 75 [ Clarence sleeps . Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories ...
... sleep . Brak . I will , my lord : God give your grace good rest ! 75 [ Clarence sleeps . Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories ...
Pagina 54
... sleeps ? First Murd . No ; he'll say ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . Sec . Murd . Why , he shall never wake until the great judgment - day . 100 First Murd . Why , then he'll say we stabb'd him sleeping . 105 Sec . Murd . The ...
... sleeps ? First Murd . No ; he'll say ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . Sec . Murd . Why , he shall never wake until the great judgment - day . 100 First Murd . Why , then he'll say we stabb'd him sleeping . 105 Sec . Murd . The ...
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Pagina 10 - 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 9 - 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 198 - 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 208 - 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 8 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged 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 47 - 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 villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Pagina 198 - 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 29 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's...
Pagina 50 - 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 51 - 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...