King Richard III. King Henry VIIIL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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Pàgina 18
... never dreamt on aught but butcheries . Didst thou not kill this king ? Glos . I grant ye . Anne . Dost grant me , hedgehog ? then , God grant me too , Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ...
... never dreamt on aught but butcheries . Didst thou not kill this king ? Glos . I grant ye . Anne . Dost grant me , hedgehog ? then , God grant me too , Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ...
Pàgina 20
... Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glos . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee ...
... Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glos . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee ...
Pàgina 21
... never sued to friend nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , speak . My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to [ she looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such ...
... never sued to friend nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , speak . My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to [ she looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such ...
Pàgina 22
... never man was true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glos . Say then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glos . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glos . Vouchsafe to wear ...
... never man was true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glos . Say then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glos . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glos . Vouchsafe to wear ...
Pàgina 27
... never be : I fear , our happiness is at the height . Enter GLOSTER , HASTINGS , and DORSET . Glos . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it . Who are they , that complain unto the king , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them ...
... never be : I fear , our happiness is at the height . Enter GLOSTER , HASTINGS , and DORSET . Glos . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it . Who are they , that complain unto the king , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Anne Baynard's castle bear bless blood brother Buck CARDINAL WOLSEY Cates Catesby Cham Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell curse Daugh daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch duke of Buckingham duke of Norfolk EARL OF SURREY Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear florish friends gentle gentlemen give Glos Gloster God's grace gracious Grey happy hath hear heart heaven highness holy honor house of Lancaster Kath Katharine KING RICHARD king's lady live look lord cardinal lord chamberlain lord Hastings madam mayor mother never noble peace pity poor pray prince queen Ratcliff Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE SHAK SIR THOMAS LOVELL sleep sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet tell thank thee There's thou tongue Tower uncle unto weep wife William Brandon Wolsey York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 264 - Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee...
Pàgina 8 - 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...
Pàgina 305 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd : her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her ! In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Pàgina 42 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pàgina 236 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pàgina 263 - I have told him What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; Some little memory of me will stir him, (I know his noble nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety.
Pàgina 164 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : — A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Pàgina 7 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; 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 264 - And pry'thee lead me in — There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Pàgina 272 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...