The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 29J.M. Dent and Company, 1895 |
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Pàgina 5
... thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best he do it secretly alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? 100 Glou . Her husband , knave : wouldst thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and ...
... thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best he do it secretly alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? 100 Glou . Her husband , knave : wouldst thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and ...
Pàgina 6
... thee so , That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver❜d Hastings ? Enter Lord Hastings . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Glou . As ...
... thee so , That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver❜d Hastings ? Enter Lord Hastings . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Glou . As ...
Pàgina 9
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful ...
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful ...
Pàgina 10
... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil . Avaunt , thou dreadful ...
... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil . Avaunt , thou dreadful ...
Pàgina 12
... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . 80 Anne . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Glou . By such despair , I should accuse myself . Anne . And , by ...
... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . 80 Anne . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Glou . By such despair , I should accuse myself . Anne . And , by ...
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.