The life and death of king Richard iii, a tragedy restored and re-arranged, as performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent garden [ed. by W.C. Macready]. |
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... the duke will not be spoke withal . Enter Catesby . Now , Catesby ! what says the duke to my request ? Cates . He doth entreat your grace , my noble Lord , To visit him to - morrow , or the next day : He is within , with two right ...
... the duke will not be spoke withal . Enter Catesby . Now , Catesby ! what says the duke to my request ? Cates . He doth entreat your grace , my noble Lord , To visit him to - morrow , or the next day : He is within , with two right ...
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... To morrow may it please you to be crown'd ? Glos . Even when you please , since you will have it so . Buck . To - morrow then , we will attend your grace ; And so , most joyfully , we take our leave . Glos . Farewell , good cousin ...
... To morrow may it please you to be crown'd ? Glos . Even when you please , since you will have it so . Buck . To - morrow then , we will attend your grace ; And so , most joyfully , we take our leave . Glos . Farewell , good cousin ...
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... to - night ; But where to - morrow ? —Well , all's one for that : Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Norf . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . King Rich . Why , our battalia trebles that account ; Besides , the ...
... to - night ; But where to - morrow ? —Well , all's one for that : Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Norf . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . King Rich . Why , our battalia trebles that account ; Besides , the ...
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... The other side of the Field . Enter Richmond , Sir William Brandon , Oxford , and other Lords . my standard.- Richm . The weary sun hath made a golden set , And by the bright track of his fiery car , Gives token of a goodly day to - morrow ...
... The other side of the Field . Enter Richmond , Sir William Brandon , Oxford , and other Lords . my standard.- Richm . The weary sun hath made a golden set , And by the bright track of his fiery car , Gives token of a goodly day to - morrow ...
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... to his regiment ; I will , with troubled thoughts , strive now to rest ; Lest leaden slumber weigh me down to - morrow ... morrow , gentle Norfolk . Norf . I warrant you , my Lord . K. Rich . Catesby , - ( Exit Norfolk . Cates . My Lord ...
... to his regiment ; I will , with troubled thoughts , strive now to rest ; Lest leaden slumber weigh me down to - morrow ... morrow , gentle Norfolk . Norf . I warrant you , my Lord . K. Rich . Catesby , - ( Exit Norfolk . Cates . My Lord ...
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Alarums arms Baynard's castle bear beseech Bishop of Ely blood Brak Brakenbury Bran brother Buck Cates Chertsey Cibber Clar Clarence corse cousin crown curse dead death deeds Dorset doth dream Duch Duchess of York Duke of York Earl of Richmond Edward Edward IV Elizabeth Enter Catesby Enter Gloster Enter King Richard Enter Stanley Exeunt Exit Catesby eyes fair farewell fear friends gentle give Glos Glost grace gracious Grey hath hear heart heaven hell hope horse husband James Tyrrel Lady Anne liege live look Lord Hastings Lord Rivers Lord Stanley madam majesty Marg marquis marry Mayor Methought mighty mother night noble Lord Norf Norfolk pardon pity Prince Ratcliff Rich Richm royal Saint Paul SCENE Shakspeare shalt Sir William Brandon soul sovereign speak Stan sword tell tent thee thou thought to-morrow Tower trumpets twas Tyrrel uncle unto withal
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Страница 19 - 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.
Страница 10 - 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 19 - With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Страница 12 - 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!
Страница 9 - 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. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Страница 19 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Страница 9 - 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.
Страница 18 - 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.
Страница 20 - With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling waked, and for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Страница 37 - 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.