King Richard IIIMaynard, 1882 - 200 pàgines |
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King Richard III. [Printed from the Cambridge Text (Globe Edition)] William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1916 |
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Anne Anthony Woodville arms battle blood boar Brakenbury brother Catesby Clarence cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed didst Dorset dost doth dream Duchess Duke of York Earl of Richmond enemies Enter GLOSTER Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fight friends gentle Ghost give Gloster grace gracious Grey happy hate hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry VI holy horse house of Lancaster husband JAMES BLUNT Julius Cæsar kill'd King Edward King Richard Lady liege live look Lord Hastings Lord Stanley madam majesty Marry Mayor means Messenger mother never noble Norfolk peace Pomfret prince protector Pursuivant Queen Elizabeth Queen Margaret quoth Ratcliff Rivers royal sanctuary SCENE Second Murderer Shakespeare sleep soul speak sweet sword tell tender thee thine Third Citizen thou hast to-morrow Tower traitor Tyrrel uncle unto Vaughan verb weep wife William Brandon word York ΙΟ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 157 - O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Pàgina 33 - 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.
Pàgina 61 - 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.
Pàgina 61 - During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us. 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.
Pàgina 60 - 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.
Pàgina 157 - 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? Great reason why: Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Pàgina 34 - 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.
Pàgina 62 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 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?
Pàgina 100 - 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.
Pàgina 158 - ... 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.