Richard III. Love's labour's lostHarper & brothers, 1884 |
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... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brakenbury . What one , my lord ? 100 Gloster . Her husband , knave . Would'st thou betray me ? Brakenbury . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and withal ...
... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brakenbury . What one , my lord ? 100 Gloster . Her husband , knave . Would'st thou betray me ? Brakenbury . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and withal ...
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... doth not breathe upon the earth . Gloster . He lives that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . 140 Gloster . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Gloster . The selfsame name , but one of better nature . Anne . Where is ...
... doth not breathe upon the earth . Gloster . He lives that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . 140 Gloster . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Gloster . The selfsame name , but one of better nature . Anne . Where is ...
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... doth she say , my Lord of Buckingham ? Buckingham . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Queen Margaret . What ! dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel , And soothe the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this ...
... doth she say , my Lord of Buckingham ? Buckingham . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Queen Margaret . What ! dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel , And soothe the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this ...
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William Shakespeare William James Rolfe. Hastings . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Rivers . And so doth mine . I muse why she ' s at lib- erty . Gloster . I cannot blame her ; by God's holy mother , She hath had too much ...
William Shakespeare William James Rolfe. Hastings . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Rivers . And so doth mine . I muse why she ' s at lib- erty . Gloster . I cannot blame her ; by God's holy mother , She hath had too much ...
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... doth accuse me ? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death is most unlawful ...
... doth accuse me ? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death is most unlawful ...
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Page 156 - 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 211 - And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Page 87 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Page 37 - 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 123 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 63 - Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Page 63 - 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.
Page 15 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 121 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 146 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.