King Richard III. King Henry VIIIL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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Pagina 19
... sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glos . These eyes could not endure ...
... sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glos . These eyes could not endure ...
Pagina 34
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pagina 37
... sleeping peace . O Buckingham , beware of yonder dog ; Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him ; beware of him : Sin , death , and hell have set their ...
... sleeping peace . O Buckingham , beware of yonder dog ; Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him ; beware of him : Sin , death , and hell have set their ...
Pagina 42
... , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : O , spare my guiltless wife and my poor children ! I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me : My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep . Bra . I will , my lord ; God give 42 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : O , spare my guiltless wife and my poor children ! I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me : My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep . Bra . I will , my lord ; God give 42 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
Pagina 44
... sleeps ? 1 Mur . No ; he'll say , ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . 2 Mur . When he wakes ! why , fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Mur . Why , then he'll say , we stabbed him sleeping . 2 Mur . The urging ...
... sleeps ? 1 Mur . No ; he'll say , ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . 2 Mur . When he wakes ! why , fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Mur . Why , then he'll say , we stabbed him sleeping . 2 Mur . The urging ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Anne Baynard's castle bear bless blood brother Buck CARDINAL WOLSEY Cates Catesby Cham Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell curse Daugh daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch duke of Buckingham duke of Norfolk EARL OF SURREY Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear florish friends gentle gentlemen give Glos Gloster God's grace gracious Grey happy hath hear heart heaven highness holy honor house of Lancaster Kath Katharine KING RICHARD king's lady live look lord cardinal lord chamberlain lord Hastings madam mayor mother never noble peace pity poor pray prince queen Ratcliff Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE SHAK SIR THOMAS LOVELL sleep sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet tell thank thee There's thou tongue Tower uncle unto weep wife William Brandon Wolsey York
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Pagina 264 - Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee...
Pagina 8 - 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 305 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd : her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her ! In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Pagina 42 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 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 236 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pagina 263 - I have told him What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; Some little memory of me will stir him, (I know his noble nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety.
Pagina 164 - 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!
Pagina 7 - 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 264 - And pry'thee lead me in — There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Pagina 272 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...