The Vale Shakespeare, Band 25Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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... , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have : therefore , be gone . GLOUCESTER . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . ANNE . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence xi.
... , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have : therefore , be gone . GLOUCESTER . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . ANNE . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence xi.
Seite xiv
... sweet bosom . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . GLOUCESTER . These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wrack ; You should not blemish it , if I stood by : As all the ...
... sweet bosom . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . GLOUCESTER . These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wrack ; You should not blemish it , if I stood by : As all the ...
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... sweet a place . ANNE . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . GLOUCESTER . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . ANNE . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! GLOUCESTER ...
... sweet a place . ANNE . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . GLOUCESTER . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . ANNE . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! GLOUCESTER ...
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... sweet smoothing word ; But , now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud 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 ...
... sweet smoothing word ; But , now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud 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 ...
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... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life , she ...
... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life , she ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite vi - I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days...
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.