King Richard the Third: With Introd., and Notes [explanatory and Critical, for Use in Schools and Families,]Ginn, 1887 |
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... royal saint whose death she is mourning , and he is supposed to have murdered . Yet his triumph , is the Poet's management , seems owing not so much y special vice or defect in her as to his witchcraft of e and wit , so put in play as ...
... royal saint whose death she is mourning , and he is supposed to have murdered . Yet his triumph , is the Poet's management , seems owing not so much y special vice or defect in her as to his witchcraft of e and wit , so put in play as ...
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... Cursed the he Cursed the bl More direful H That makes us 1 To lament od or rites of burial . 2 As cold as a ness is not very Shakespeare has bleeding s n 6 them to his royal presence . uld all NG RICHARD THE THIRD . SCENE II . ACT I.
... Cursed the he Cursed the bl More direful H That makes us 1 To lament od or rites of burial . 2 As cold as a ness is not very Shakespeare has bleeding s n 6 them to his royal presence . uld all NG RICHARD THE THIRD . SCENE II . ACT I.
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... royal blood ! vocate thy ghost tions of poor Anne , to thy slaughter'd son , ame hand that made these wounds ! -s that let forth thy life , Dalm of my poor eyes : nd that made these holes ! at had the heart to do it ! at let this blood ...
... royal blood ! vocate thy ghost tions of poor Anne , to thy slaughter'd son , ame hand that made these wounds ! -s that let forth thy life , Dalm of my poor eyes : nd that made these holes ! at had the heart to do it ! at let this blood ...
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... royal - cannot again afford : se 22 her eyes on me , lden prime of this sweet Prince , w to a woeful bed ? ot equals Edward's moiety ? d am mis - shapen thus ? eggarly denier , 23 rson all this while : nds , although I cannot , ellous ...
... royal - cannot again afford : se 22 her eyes on me , lden prime of this sweet Prince , w to a woeful bed ? ot equals Edward's moiety ? d am mis - shapen thus ? eggarly denier , 23 rson all this while : nds , although I cannot , ellous ...
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... Between the And betwee 4 The Count fort , the first D through the Be first husband whom she beca successively to Stanley of this and was so hi Henry VIII . , w e of day unto your royal Grace ! your Majesty SCENE III .
... Between the And betwee 4 The Count fort , the first D through the Be first husband whom she beca successively to Stanley of this and was so hi Henry VIII . , w e of day unto your royal Grace ! your Majesty SCENE III .
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Baynard's Castle blood BRAKENBURY Bretagne brother Buck Buckingham Cate CATESBY CHRISTOPHER URSWICK Clar Clarence cockatrice cousin crown curse Daugh daughter dead death deed Dorset doth dream Duch Duchess of York Duke Earl Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear folio friends gentle Ghost give Glos Gloster Grace gracious hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Henry the Sixth Henry VI holy honour House of Lancaster husband JAMES BLUNT King Henry King RICHARD Lady Anne live looks Lord Hastings madam Margaret Mayor means moral mother Murd murder noble Norfolk old copies peace play Poet Poet's Prince quartos Queen Ratcliff Re-enter Rich RICHARD THE THIRD Richm Richmond royal SCENE sense Shakespeare sleep sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell thee thou Tower Twelfth Night uncle unto weep William Brandon withal word York
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Page 42 - 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.
Page 47 - 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...
Page 46 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Page 46 - 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 79 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 79 - 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 wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Page 32 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Page 75 - And turns the sun to shade ; — alas ! alas ! Witness my son, now in the shade of death ; Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Page 77 - But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil : And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Page 42 - There'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.