The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 29J.M. Dent and Company, 1895 |
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Pàgina 52
... cousin Buckingham , If ever any grudge were lodged between us ; Of you , Lord Rivers , and , Lord Grey , of you , That all without desert have frown'd on me ; Dukes , earls , lords , gentlemen ; indeed , of all . I do not know that ...
... cousin Buckingham , If ever any grudge were lodged between us ; Of you , Lord Rivers , and , Lord Grey , of you , That all without desert have frown'd on me ; Dukes , earls , lords , gentlemen ; indeed , of all . I do not know that ...
Pàgina 55
... shake your head , And call us wretches , orphans , castaways , If that our noble father be alive ? Duch . My pretty cousins , you mistake me much . I do lament the sickness of the king , As 55 King Richard III . Act II . Sc . ii .
... shake your head , And call us wretches , orphans , castaways , If that our noble father be alive ? Duch . My pretty cousins , you mistake me much . I do lament the sickness of the king , As 55 King Richard III . Act II . Sc . ii .
Pàgina 62
... cousin , I , like a child , will go by thy direction . Towards Ludlow then , for we ' ll not stay behind . Scene III , [ Exeunt . London . A street . Enter two Citizens , meeting .. First Cit . Neighbour , well met : whither away so ...
... cousin , I , like a child , will go by thy direction . Towards Ludlow then , for we ' ll not stay behind . Scene III , [ Exeunt . London . A street . Enter two Citizens , meeting .. First Cit . Neighbour , well met : whither away so ...
Pàgina 65
... cousin , it is good to grow . York . Grandam , one night , as we did sit at supper , My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother : Ay , ' quoth my uncle Gloucester , 6 • Small herbs have grace , great weeds do grow apace ...
... cousin , it is good to grow . York . Grandam , one night , as we did sit at supper , My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother : Ay , ' quoth my uncle Gloucester , 6 • Small herbs have grace , great weeds do grow apace ...
Pàgina 69
... cousin , my thoughts ' sovereign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious , wearisome , and heavy : I want more uncles here to welcome me . Glou . Sweet prince ...
... cousin , my thoughts ' sovereign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious , wearisome , and heavy : I want more uncles here to welcome me . Glou . Sweet prince ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Anne arms Baynard's Castle blood Brak Brakenbury brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Clar Clarence cousin curse daughter dead dear death deed Derby didst Dorset doth dream Duch Duchess of York Duke Duke of Gloucester Edward Eliz Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Folio friends gentle George Stanley Glou God's grace gracious lord Grey hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI holy horse house of Lancaster King Richard live look Lord Hastings Lord Stanley Madam majesty Margaret Mess Methought mother Murd murder noble Norfolk Omitted in Ff Omitted in Qq peace Plantagenet pray prince Quarto queen Ratcliff reading of Qq Rich Richard Ratcliff Richm Richmond Rivers royal Scene sleep sorrow soul sovereign speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tender thee thine thou hast thyself to-morrow Tower Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife William Brandon York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 159 - 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 1 - 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.
Pàgina 2 - 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 158 - Give me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ; I did but dream. — 0 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. Is there a murderer here ? No ; — Yes ; I am : Then fly, — What, from myself?
Pàgina 159 - 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 - 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 2 - 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, 1 See p.
Pàgina 38 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd 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.
Pàgina 2 - 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 159 - 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 ! 200 I shall despair.