The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 29J.M. Dent and Company, 1895 |
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Pàgina xiv
... daughter of Clarence ( MARGARET PLANTAGENET ) . Ghosts of those murdered by Richard III . , Lords and other Attendants , a Pursuivant , Scrivener , Citizens , Murderers , Messengers , Soldiers , & c . SCENE : England . The Tragedy of ...
... daughter of Clarence ( MARGARET PLANTAGENET ) . Ghosts of those murdered by Richard III . , Lords and other Attendants , a Pursuivant , Scrivener , Citizens , Murderers , Messengers , Soldiers , & c . SCENE : England . The Tragedy of ...
Pàgina 8
... daughter . What though I kill'd her husband and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , 160 By ...
... daughter . What though I kill'd her husband and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , 160 By ...
Pàgina 94
... daughters , wives , Even where his lustful eye or savage heart , Without control , listed to make his prey . Nay , for a need , thus far come near my person : Tell them , when that my mother went with child Of that unsatiate Edward ...
... daughters , wives , Even where his lustful eye or savage heart , Without control , listed to make his prey . Nay , for a need , thus far come near my person : Tell them , when that my mother went with child Of that unsatiate Edward ...
Pàgina 107
... daughter . Duch . Who meets us here ? my niece Plantagenet Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester ? Now , for my life , she's wandering to the Tower , On pure heart's love to greet the tender princes . Daughter , well met . Anne ...
... daughter . Duch . Who meets us here ? my niece Plantagenet Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester ? Now , for my life , she's wandering to the Tower , On pure heart's love to greet the tender princes . Daughter , well met . Anne ...
Pàgina 114
... gentleman , Whom I will marry straight to Clarence ' daughter : The boy is foolish , and I fear not him . Look , how thou dream'st ! I say again , give out That Anne my wife is sick , and like to 114 Act IV . Sc . ii . The Tragedy of.
... gentleman , Whom I will marry straight to Clarence ' daughter : The boy is foolish , and I fear not him . Look , how thou dream'st ! I say again , give out That Anne my wife is sick , and like to 114 Act IV . Sc . ii . The Tragedy of.
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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.