The Tragedy of Richard the ThirdMacmillan, 1912 - 198 Seiten |
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... sorrows could not thence exhale , Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with weep- ing . I never sued to friend nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words ; But , now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , 170 My proud heart ...
... sorrows could not thence exhale , Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with weep- ing . I never sued to friend nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words ; But , now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , 170 My proud heart ...
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... sorrow that I have , by right is yours , And all the pleasures you usurp are mine . Glou . The curse my noble father laid on thee , When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ...
... sorrow that I have , by right is yours , And all the pleasures you usurp are mine . Glou . The curse my noble father laid on thee , When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ...
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... sorrow's rage ! Buck . Have done , have done . 275 Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham , I'll kiss thy hand , 280 In sign of league and amity with thee . Now fair befall thee and thy noble house ! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood ...
... sorrow's rage ! Buck . Have done , have done . 275 Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham , I'll kiss thy hand , 280 In sign of league and amity with thee . Now fair befall thee and thy noble house ! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood ...
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... sorrow , And say poor Margaret was a prophetess ! Live each of you the subjects to his hate , 301 And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! Exit . Buck . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine . I muse ...
... sorrow , And say poor Margaret was a prophetess ! Live each of you the subjects to his hate , 301 And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! Exit . Buck . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine . I muse ...
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... Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil ; And , for unfelt imaginations , 80 They often feel ...
... Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil ; And , for unfelt imaginations , 80 They often feel ...
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Anne battle Baynard's Castle blood Brak Brakenbury brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Clar Clarence conscience cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed Dorset dost doth dream Duch Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Edward Eliz Elizabeth England Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Ff omit friends gentle Glou God's Grace Grey hate hath hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed holy house of Lancaster husband Julius Cæsar kill'd King Richard live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lord Stanley madam Margaret Marry Mayor Mess mother Murd murder noble Norfolk peace Ph.D Plantagenet play Prince Professor of English Qq omit Queen Ratcliff Rich Richard III Richard Ratcliff Richard the Third Richm Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare sleep sorrow soul Stan tell thee thou hast throne to-morrow Tower tragedy Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife withal York
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Seite 152 - 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 direst degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
Seite 4 - ... 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Seite 151 - 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?
Seite 159 - 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.
Seite 152 - I shall, despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Came to my tent : and every one did threat To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Seite 35 - Grey. 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.
Seite 37 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes...
Seite 4 - 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.
Seite 152 - 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 ! I shall despair.
Seite 38 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.