The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Henry VI, pt. 3. Richard IIIGinn & Heath, 1880 |
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... Exeunt NORTHUMB . , CLIFF . , and WESTMORE . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They seek revenge , and therefore will not yield . King . Ah , Exeter ! War . Why should you sigh , my lord ? 14 ACT I. THE THIRD PART ...
... Exeunt NORTHUMB . , CLIFF . , and WESTMORE . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They seek revenge , and therefore will not yield . King . Ah , Exeter ! War . Why should you sigh , my lord ? 14 ACT I. THE THIRD PART ...
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... Exeunt YORK and his Sons , WARWICK , NORFOLK , MONTAGUE , Soldiers , and Attendants . King . And I , with grief and sorrow , to the Court . Exe . Here comes the Queen , whose looks bewray her anger : I'll steal away . King . So , Exeter ...
... Exeunt YORK and his Sons , WARWICK , NORFOLK , MONTAGUE , Soldiers , and Attendants . King . And I , with grief and sorrow , to the Court . Exe . Here comes the Queen , whose looks bewray her anger : I'll steal away . King . So , Exeter ...
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... Exeunt Queen MARGARET and the Prince . King . Poor Queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Revenged may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , wingèd with desire , Will souse 10 ...
... Exeunt Queen MARGARET and the Prince . King . Poor Queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Revenged may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , wingèd with desire , Will souse 10 ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE II . A Room in Sandal Castle , near Wakefield , in Yorkshire . Enter EDWARD , RICHARD , and MONTAGUE . Rich . Brother , though I be youngest , give me leave . Edw . No , I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . A Room in Sandal Castle , near Wakefield , in Yorkshire . Enter EDWARD , RICHARD , and MONTAGUE . Rich . Brother , though I be youngest , give me leave . Edw . No , I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have ...
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... Exeunt . Rut . Ah , whither shall I fly to ' scape their hands ? Ah , tutor , look where bloody Clifford comes ? Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers . Clif . Chaplain , away ! thy priesthood saves thy life . As for the brat of this accursèd ...
... Exeunt . Rut . Ah , whither shall I fly to ' scape their hands ? Ah , tutor , look where bloody Clifford comes ? Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers . Clif . Chaplain , away ! thy priesthood saves thy life . As for the brat of this accursèd ...
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Page 49 - O 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...
Page 142 - 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. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 142 - But I, that am not shaped 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...
Page 49 - 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.
Page 174 - All scattered 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 mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Page 49 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 175 - 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 wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 279 - 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 dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 31 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.