The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 29J.M. Dent and Company, 1895 |
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Pàgina viii
... stand , " that the First Quarto was printed without preparation for the press or superintendence by himself , and that he began to prepare a corrected and amended copy , but had not leisure to complete this new version . † * On the ...
... stand , " that the First Quarto was printed without preparation for the press or superintendence by himself , and that he began to prepare a corrected and amended copy , but had not leisure to complete this new version . † * On the ...
Pàgina 10
... stand back , and let the coffin pass . Glou . Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou , when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness ...
... stand back , and let the coffin pass . Glou . Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou , when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness ...
Pàgina 12
... stand excused For doing worthy vengeance on thyself , Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others . Glou . Say that I slew them not ? Anne . Why , then they are not dead : But dead they are , and , devilish slave , by thee . Glou . I did ...
... stand excused For doing worthy vengeance on thyself , Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others . Glou . Say that I slew them not ? Anne . Why , then they are not dead : But dead they are , and , devilish slave , by thee . Glou . I did ...
Pàgina 31
... stand high have many blasts to shake them ; And if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . 260 Glou . Good counsel , marry : learn it , learn it , marquess . Dor . It toucheth you , my lord , as much as me . Glou . Yea , and much ...
... stand high have many blasts to shake them ; And if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . 260 Glou . Good counsel , marry : learn it , learn it , marquess . Dor . It toucheth you , my lord , as much as me . Glou . Yea , and much ...
Pàgina 33
... stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine : I muse why she's at liberty . Glou . I cannot blame her : by God's holy mother , She hath had too much wrong ; and I repent My part thereof that I have done to her . Q. Eliz . I ...
... stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine : I muse why she's at liberty . Glou . I cannot blame her : by God's holy mother , She hath had too much wrong ; and I repent My part thereof that I have done to her . Q. Eliz . I ...
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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.