King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard IIIPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . West . Plantagenet , of thee , and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen , and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . West . Plantagenet , of thee , and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen , and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
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... a fury to torment my soul ; And ' till I root out their accursed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore Cij 380 [ Lifting his Hand . Rut . Rut . O , let me pray before I take Aa 1 . 27 KING HENRY VI .
... a fury to torment my soul ; And ' till I root out their accursed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore Cij 380 [ Lifting his Hand . Rut . Rut . O , let me pray before I take Aa 1 . 27 KING HENRY VI .
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... soul , the hearers will shed tears ; Yea , even my foe will shed fast falling tears , And say - Alas , it was a ... soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! - North . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not for my ...
... soul , the hearers will shed tears ; Yea , even my foe will shed fast falling tears , And say - Alas , it was a ... soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! - North . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not for my ...
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... soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest : ܀ For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never 2 For 38 % A & II . THIRD PART OF ! Edw. Oh, speak no ...
... soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest : ܀ For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never 2 For 38 % A & II . THIRD PART OF ! Edw. Oh, speak no ...
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... soul's redemption , Is by the stern lord Clifford done to death . War . Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears : And now , to add more measure to your woes , I come to tell you things since then befall'n . After the bloody fray at ...
... soul's redemption , Is by the stern lord Clifford done to death . War . Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears : And now , to add more measure to your woes , I come to tell you things since then befall'n . After the bloody fray at ...
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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!