The Vale Shakespeare, Volumul 25Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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Pagina viii
... thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best he do it secretly alone . BRAKENBURY . What one , my lord ? GLOUCESTER . Her husband , knave : wouldst thou betray me ? BRAKENBURY . I beseech your grace to pardon ...
... thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best he do it secretly alone . BRAKENBURY . What one , my lord ? GLOUCESTER . Her husband , knave : wouldst thou betray me ? BRAKENBURY . I beseech your grace to pardon ...
Pagina ix
... thee so , That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands.- But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? ( Enter Lord Hastings . ) HASTINGS . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ...
... thee so , That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands.- But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? ( Enter Lord Hastings . ) HASTINGS . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ...
Pagina xi
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful ...
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful ...
Pagina xii
... 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.
... 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 xiii
... thee . GLOUCESTER . I did not kill your husband . ANNE . Why , then he is alive . GLOUCESTER . Nay , he is dead : and slain by Edward's hand . ANNE . In thy foul throat thou liest : Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in ...
... thee . GLOUCESTER . I did not kill your husband . ANNE . Why , then he is alive . GLOUCESTER . Nay , he is dead : and slain by Edward's hand . ANNE . In thy foul throat thou liest : Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in ...
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.