The Tragedy of Richard the ThirdMacmillan, 1912 - 198 pàgines |
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Pàgina 74
... Cate . He for his father's sake so loves the Prince , 165 That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck . What think'st thou , then , of Stanley ? Will not he ? Cate . He will do all in all as Hastings doth . Buck . Well , then ...
... Cate . He for his father's sake so loves the Prince , 165 That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck . What think'st thou , then , of Stanley ? Will not he ? Cate . He will do all in all as Hastings doth . Buck . Well , then ...
Pàgina 75
... Cate . My good lords both , with all the heed I can . Glou . Shall we hear from you , Catesby , ere we sleep ? Cate . You shall , my lord . Glou . At Crosby House , there shall you find us both . 190 Exit Catesby . Buck . Now , my lord ...
... Cate . My good lords both , with all the heed I can . Glou . Shall we hear from you , Catesby , ere we sleep ? Cate . You shall , my lord . Glou . At Crosby House , there shall you find us both . 190 Exit Catesby . Buck . Now , my lord ...
Pàgina 77
... Cate . Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Hast . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are early stirring . What news , what news , in this our tott'ring state ? Cate . It is a reeling world , indeed , my lord , 40 And , I believe , will never ...
... Cate . Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Hast . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are early stirring . What news , what news , in this our tott'ring state ? Cate . It is a reeling world , indeed , my lord , 40 And , I believe , will never ...
Pàgina 78
... Cate . God keep your lordship in that gracious mind ! Hast . But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence , That they which brought me in my master's hate , I live to look upon their tragedy . Well , Catesby , ere a fortnight make me ...
... Cate . God keep your lordship in that gracious mind ! Hast . But I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence , That they which brought me in my master's hate , I live to look upon their tragedy . Well , Catesby , ere a fortnight make me ...
Pàgina 91
... Cate . ] Go thou to Friar Penker ; bid them both Meet me within this hour at Baynard's Castle . 105 Exeunt [ all but Gloucester ] . Now will I go to take some privy order , To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight ; And to give notice ...
... Cate . ] Go thou to Friar Penker ; bid them both Meet me within this hour at Baynard's Castle . 105 Exeunt [ all but Gloucester ] . Now will I go to take some privy order , To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight ; And to give notice ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Anne battle Baynard's Castle blood Brak Brakenbury brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Clar Clarence conscience cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed Dorset dost doth dream Duch Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Edward Eliz Elizabeth England Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Ff omit friends gentle Glou God's Grace gracious Grey hate hath heart heaven Henry Holinshed holy house of Lancaster husband Julius Cæsar kill'd King Richard live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lord Stanley madam Margaret Marry Mayor Mess mother Murd murder noble Norfolk peace Ph.D Plantagenet play Prince Professor of English Qq omit Queen Ratcliff Rich Richard III Richard Ratcliff Richard the Third Richm Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare sleep sorrow soul Stan tell thee thou hast throne to-morrow Tower tragedy Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife withal York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 152 - I am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience 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 direst degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
Pàgina 151 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself?
Pàgina 152 - I shall, despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Came to my tent : and every one did threat To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Pàgina 37 - 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. O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Pàgina 4 - ... 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Pàgina 4 - 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.
Pàgina 4 - 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. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other...
Pàgina 35 - But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Pàgina 159 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: — A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Pàgina 152 - Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.