The Vale Shakespeare, Volumul 25Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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Pagina x
... 'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows that let forth thy life I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.- Curs'd be the hand that made these fatal holes ! Curs'd be the heart that had the heart to do.
... 'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows that let forth thy life I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.- Curs'd be the hand that made these fatal holes ! Curs'd be the heart that had the heart to do.
Pagina xi
William Shakespeare. Curs'd be the heart that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders ...
William Shakespeare. Curs'd be the heart that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders ...
Pagina xii
... than tongue can name thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . ANNE . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . GLOUCESTER . By such despair , I should accuse myself xii.
... than tongue can name thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . ANNE . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . GLOUCESTER . By such despair , I should accuse myself xii.
Pagina xvi
... heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . ( She looks scornfully at him . ) Teach not thy lips such scorn , for they were made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo , here I lend ...
... heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . ( She looks scornfully at him . ) Teach not thy lips such scorn , for they were made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo , here I lend ...
Pagina xvii
... heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted suppliant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . ANNE . What is it ? GLOUCESTER . That it would please ...
... heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted suppliant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . ANNE . What is it ? GLOUCESTER . That it would please ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ANNE arms Baynard's Castle blood BRAKENBURY brother BUCKINGHAM Catesby Clarence cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed DERBY didst Dorset dost thou doth dream DUCHESS Duchess of York Duke Duke of Gloucester Enter Gloucester Enter the Ghost Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends gentle give God's grace gracious lord grandam Grey happy hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour house of Lancaster husband Julius Cæsar kill'd KING EDWARD KING RICHARD Lady liege live look lord chamberlain Lord Hastings Lord Stanley madam majesty mayor MESSENGER mother noble Norfolk peace Plantagenet poor pray prince PURSUIVANT QUEEN ELIZABETH QUEEN MARGARET Ratcliff Richard Ratcliff Richmond RIVERS royal SCENE SECOND MURDERER sleep sorrow soul sovereign speak sweet sword tell tender thee thine THIRD CITIZEN thou art thou hast thyself to-morrow Tower traitor Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife William Brandon York
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Pagina xxxi - 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 vi - 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 v - 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.
Pagina lxvii - 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.
Pagina vi - I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days...
Pagina cxxii - 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 xviii - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? 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 extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of...
Pagina xxx - 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 cxvi - O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. 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 cxvii - 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.