The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Henry VI, pt. 3. Richard IIIGinn & Heath, 1880 |
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... thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dyed Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart ...
... thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dyed Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart ...
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... things since then befall'n . After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought , Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp , Tidings , as swiftly as the posts could run , Were brought me of your loss and his depart . I , then in London ...
... things since then befall'n . After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought , Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp , Tidings , as swiftly as the posts could run , Were brought me of your loss and his depart . I , then in London ...
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... things ill - got had ever bad success ? 3 And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to Hell ? 4 I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind ; And would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is ...
... things ill - got had ever bad success ? 3 And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to Hell ? 4 I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind ; And would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is ...
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... thing is right . Rich . Whoever got thee , there thy mother stands ; For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam ; But like a foul mis - shapen stigmatic , 11 Mark'd by the ...
... thing is right . Rich . Whoever got thee , there thy mother stands ; For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam ; But like a foul mis - shapen stigmatic , 11 Mark'd by the ...
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... Holland's Livy : " The consull for his part forslowed not to come to hand - fight , the onely thing he sought for in threatening to give assault . " Clif . Now , Richard , I am with thee 46 ACT II . THE THIRD PART OF.
... Holland's Livy : " The consull for his part forslowed not to come to hand - fight , the onely thing he sought for in threatening to give assault . " Clif . Now , Richard , I am with thee 46 ACT II . THE THIRD PART OF.
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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.