The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Henry VI, pt. 3. Richard IIIGinn & Heath, 1880 |
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... hath best deserved of all my sons . What , Is your Grace dead , my Lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hap have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head . War . And so do I. — Victorious Prince of York ...
... hath best deserved of all my sons . What , Is your Grace dead , my Lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hap have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head . War . And so do I. — Victorious Prince of York ...
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... Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus ? Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood , Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart - blood there ...
... Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus ? Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood , Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart - blood there ...
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... 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 my crown , and like an empty eagle 10 To souse was a term in falconry , and was used of ...
... 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 my crown , and like an empty eagle 10 To souse was a term in falconry , and was used of ...
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... hath authority o'er him that swears : Henry had none , but did usurp the place ; Then , seeing ' twas he that made you to depose , Your oath , my lord , is vain and frivolous . Therefore , to arms . And , father , do but think How sweet ...
... hath authority o'er him that swears : Henry had none , but did usurp the place ; Then , seeing ' twas he that made you to depose , Your oath , my lord , is vain and frivolous . Therefore , to arms . And , father , do but think How sweet ...
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... Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open't again : He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Clif . Had I thy brethren here , their lives and thine Were not revenge sufficient ...
... Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open't again : He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Clif . Had I thy brethren here , their lives and thine Were not revenge sufficient ...
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Anne battle battle of Towton blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's second folio crown curse daughter dead death doth Duch Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond Earl of Warwick Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight France friends gentle give Glos Gloster Grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honour House of Lancaster House of York Julius Cæsar King Edward King Henry King Richard Lady Lancaster live looks Lord Hastings madam means Mess Montague mother Murd murder noble old copies old text Oxford pity Plantagenet Prince quarto Ratcliff revenge Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE second folio sense Shakespeare shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Stan Stanley sweet tears tell thee thine thou art Tower uncle unto Warwick word
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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.