The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 29J.M. Dent and Company, 1895 |
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Pàgina vi
... uncle told me so he wept , And pitied me , and kindly kissed my cheek ; Bade me rely on him as on my father ' ( II . ii . 23-25 ) . Cp . the Quarto version : - ' And when he told me so , he wept And hugg'd me in his arm , and kindly ...
... uncle told me so he wept , And pitied me , and kindly kissed my cheek ; Bade me rely on him as on my father ' ( II . ii . 23-25 ) . Cp . the Quarto version : - ' And when he told me so , he wept And hugg'd me in his arm , and kindly ...
Pàgina 56
... uncle is to blame for this : God will revenge it ; whom I will importune With daily prayers all to that effect ... uncle Gloucester Told me , the king , provoked by the queen , Devised impeachments to imprison him : And when my uncle ...
... uncle is to blame for this : God will revenge it ; whom I will importune With daily prayers all to that effect ... uncle Gloucester Told me , the king , provoked by the queen , Devised impeachments to imprison him : And when my uncle ...
Pàgina 65
... 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 : And since , methinks , I would not grow so fast , Because sweet flowers are slow and ...
... 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 : And since , methinks , I would not grow so fast , Because sweet flowers are slow and ...
Pàgina 66
... uncle's grace a flout , 2.I To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine . Duch . How , my pretty York ? I pray thee , let me hear it . York . Marry , they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ...
... uncle's grace a flout , 2.I To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine . Duch . How , my pretty York ? I pray thee , let me hear it . York . Marry , they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ...
Pàgina 69
... 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 , the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit : Nor more can ...
... 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 , the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit : Nor more can ...
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.