King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard IIIPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Sida 12
... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither are we broken in by force . Norf . We'll all assist you ; he , that flies , shall die . York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk . - Stay by me , my lords ; - 31 And , soldiers , stay , and lodge by me this ...
... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither are we broken in by force . Norf . We'll all assist you ; he , that flies , shall die . York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk . - Stay by me , my lords ; - 31 And , soldiers , stay , and lodge by me this ...
Sida 16
... Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . Good brother , as thou lov'st and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . York . Sons , peace ...
... Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . Good brother , as thou lov'st and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . York . Sons , peace ...
Sida 21
... sweet son ; 230 The earl of Warwick , and the duke , enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ! art thou king , and wilt be forc'd ? 240 I shame to hear thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And ...
... sweet son ; 230 The earl of Warwick , and the duke , enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ! art thou king , and wilt be forc'd ? 240 I shame to hear thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And ...
Sida 23
... sweet contention . York . About what ? 280 Rich . About that which concerns your grace , and us ; The crown of England , father , which is your's . York . Mine , boy ? not ' till king Henry be dead . Rich . Your right depends not on his ...
... sweet contention . York . About what ? 280 Rich . About that which concerns your grace , and us ; The crown of England , father , which is your's . York . Mine , boy ? not ' till king Henry be dead . Rich . Your right depends not on his ...
Sida 24
... sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest , Until the white rose , that I wear , be dy'd Even in the lukewarm blood of ...
... sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest , Until the white rose , that I wear , be dy'd Even in the lukewarm blood of ...
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Anne battle blood brother Buck Buckingham Cates Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse Daugh dead death devil Dorset doth duke of York Dutch earl Edward IV England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father fear folio France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour horse house of Lancaster house of York JOHNSON king Edward king Henry king Richard lady Lancaster live look lord Hastings madam MALONE Margaret means Montague mother Murd never noble oath peize Plantagenet play prince Prince of WALES quartos read Queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richm Richmond royal Saint George SCENE Shakspere shalt slain soldiers Somerset soul speak Stan Stanley STEEVENS sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick weep words
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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!