King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard IIIPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... mother stands For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy sire , nor dam ; But like a foul mis - shapen stigmatick , Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided , As venom'd toads , or lizards ...
... mother stands For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy sire , nor dam ; But like a foul mis - shapen stigmatick , Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided , As venom'd toads , or lizards ...
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... mother , for a father's death , Take on with me , and ne'er be satisfy'd ? Fath . How will my wife , for slaughter of my son , Shed seas of tears , and ne'er be satisfy'd ? 561 K. Henry . How will the country , for these woful chances ...
... mother , for a father's death , Take on with me , and ne'er be satisfy'd ? Fath . How will my wife , for slaughter of my son , Shed seas of tears , and ne'er be satisfy'd ? 561 K. Henry . How will the country , for these woful chances ...
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... mother . Thou art a widow , and thou hast some children ; And , by God's mother , I , being but a bachelor , Have other some : why , ' tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons . Answer no more , for thou shalt be my queen . Glo ...
... mother . Thou art a widow , and thou hast some children ; And , by God's mother , I , being but a bachelor , Have other some : why , ' tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons . Answer no more , for thou shalt be my queen . Glo ...
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... mother's womb : And , for I should not deal in her soft laws , She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub ; To make an envious mountain on my back , Where sits deformity to mock my body ; To ...
... mother's womb : And , for I should not deal in her soft laws , She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub ; To make an envious mountain on my back , Where sits deformity to mock my body ; To ...
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... mother , boy ! Canst thou not speak -O traitors ! murderers ! - They , that stabb'd Cæsar , shed no blood at all , Did not offend , nor were not worthy blame , If this foul deed were by , to equal it . 321 He He was a man ; this , in ...
... mother , boy ! Canst thou not speak -O traitors ! murderers ! - They , that stabb'd Cæsar , shed no blood at all , Did not offend , nor were not worthy blame , If this foul deed were by , to equal it . 321 He He was a man ; this , in ...
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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 old quarto 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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Страница 6 - 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...
Страница 145 - ... 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.
Страница 6 - 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.
Страница 36 - 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 146 - 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.
Страница 37 - 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.
Страница 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!