The Works of William Shakespeare: The first, second, and third parts of King Henry VI. The first part of the contention, &c. The true tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt. King Richard IIIMacmillan, 1864 |
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... thine shall be let in . Glou . Faint - hearted Woodvile , prizest him ' fore me ? Arrogant Winchester , that haughty prelate , Whom Henry , our late sovereign , ne'er could brook ? Thou art no friend to God or to the king : Open the ...
... thine shall be let in . Glou . Faint - hearted Woodvile , prizest him ' fore me ? Arrogant Winchester , that haughty prelate , Whom Henry , our late sovereign , ne'er could brook ? Thou art no friend to God or to the king : Open the ...
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... thine eyes Collier MS . 78-86 . In ...... hands ! ] Erased in Collier MS . 84. The sun ... world ] Put in the margin by Pope . 90. Salisbury , cheer ] O Salisb'ry , cheer Pope . Cheer , Salisbury Sey- mour conj . 91. whiles- ] Ff ...
... thine eyes Collier MS . 78-86 . In ...... hands ! ] Erased in Collier MS . 84. The sun ... world ] Put in the margin by Pope . 90. Salisbury , cheer ] O Salisb'ry , cheer Pope . Cheer , Salisbury Sey- mour conj . 91. whiles- ] Ff ...
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... thine , That hast by tyranny these many years To me , blood - thirsty lord ; Wasted our country , slain our citizens And sent our sons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha ! Count . Laughest thou , wretch ? thy mirth shall turn ...
... thine , That hast by tyranny these many years To me , blood - thirsty lord ; Wasted our country , slain our citizens And sent our sons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha ! Count . Laughest thou , wretch ? thy mirth shall turn ...
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... thine own And make thee curse the harvest of that corn . Char . Your grace may starve perhaps before that time . Bed . O , let no words , but deeds , revenge this treason ! 45 Puc . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break a lance ...
... thine own And make thee curse the harvest of that corn . Char . Your grace may starve perhaps before that time . Bed . O , let no words , but deeds , revenge this treason ! 45 Puc . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break a lance ...
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... thine , Mean and right poor , for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : ' Here , purposing the Bastard to destroy , Came in strong rescue . Speak , thy father's care , Art thou not weary , John ...
... thine , Mean and right poor , for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : ' Here , purposing the Bastard to destroy , Came in strong rescue . Speak , thy father's care , Art thou not weary , John ...
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Alarum Alençon Anon blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Capell conj Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier Collier crown death doth Duch Duke Humphrey Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter KING Exet Exeunt Exit F,F₂ F₁ F₂ farewell father fear fight Folio France friends Gloster Glou Gloucester grace hand Hanmer hath haue heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of Yorke Jack Cade King Henry Lancaster line in Pope line in Qq liue London Lord Lord Hastings lord protector madam Malone Margaret Murd noble Omitted in Qq Plantagenet Pope Prince protector Q.Q₂ Q₁ Q₂ Q₂Q3 QiQ2 QqFf Quartos Queene Reignier rest Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet Rowe SCENE soldiers Somerset sonne soul speak Steevens Suffolke sweet sword Talbot tell thee Theobald thine thou art thou hast Tower traitor unto vnto Walker conj Warburton Warwick wilt
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623 페이지 - 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? Great reason why: Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself ? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no ! alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself!
3 페이지 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death!
623 페이지 - 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.
472 페이지 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, 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...
505 페이지 - 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.
506 페이지 - 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?
264 페이지 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
624 페이지 - And if I die, no soul shall pity me : Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself...
195 페이지 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.