The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 29J.M. Dent and Company, 1895 |
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Pàgina 6
... gracious lord ! Glou . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to ...
... gracious lord ! Glou . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to ...
Pàgina 17
... gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it ? 191 200 210 Glou . That it would please thee leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner , 23b 17 And presently repair to Crosby ...
... gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it ? 191 200 210 Glou . That it would please thee leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner , 23b 17 And presently repair to Crosby ...
Pàgina 33
... gracious lord . 291 Q. Mar. What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow , 300 And say poor Margaret ...
... gracious lord . 291 Q. Mar. What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow , 300 And say poor Margaret ...
Pàgina 66
... gracious . Arch . Why , madam , so , no doubt , he is . Duch . I hope so too ; but yet let mothers doubt . York . Now , by my troth , if I had been remember'd , I could have given my uncle's grace a flout , 2.I To touch his growth ...
... gracious . Arch . Why , madam , so , no doubt , he is . Duch . I hope so too ; but yet let mothers doubt . York . Now , by my troth , if I had been remember'd , I could have given my uncle's grace a flout , 2.I To touch his growth ...
Pàgina 67
... gracious lady . Q. Eliz . Ay me , I see the downfall of our house ! The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind ; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne : Welcome , destruction , death , and massacre ! I see ...
... gracious lady . Q. Eliz . Ay me , I see the downfall of our house ! The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind ; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne : Welcome , destruction , death , and massacre ! I see ...
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.