King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard IIIPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . [ Throwing down the Duke of SOMERSET'S Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- Is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of ...
... Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . [ Throwing down the Duke of SOMERSET'S Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- Is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of ...
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... speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : - hear him , lords ; And be you silent and attentive too , For he , that interrupts him , shall not live . K. Henry . Think'st thou , that I will leave my king- ly throne , Wherein ...
... speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : - hear him , lords ; And be you silent and attentive too , For he , that interrupts him , shall not live . K. Henry . Think'st thou , that I will leave my king- ly throne , Wherein ...
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... speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the house of York such head , As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it , but to ...
... speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the house of York such head , As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it , but to ...
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... speak . 260 Queen . Thou hast spoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. Henry . Gentle son Edward , thou wilt stay with me ? Queen . Ay , to be murder'd by his enemies . Prince . When I return with victory from the field , I'll see ...
... speak . 260 Queen . Thou hast spoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. Henry . Gentle son Edward , thou wilt stay with me ? Queen . Ay , to be murder'd by his enemies . Prince . When I return with victory from the field , I'll see ...
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... speak . York . Thou canst not , son ; it is impossible . Rich . An oath is of no moment , being not took Before a true and lawful magistrate , That hath authority over him that swears : Henry had none , but did usurp the place ; Then ...
... speak . York . Thou canst not , son ; it is impossible . Rich . An oath is of no moment , being not took Before a true and lawful magistrate , That hath authority over him that swears : Henry had none , but did usurp the place ; Then ...
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Sida 8 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, 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...
Sida 147 - ... 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 dir'st degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Sida 8 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, . Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Sida 38 - 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 ! Brak.
Sida 55 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Sida 56 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Sida 148 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Sida 39 - All scatter'd 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.
Sida 133 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!