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Anne arms battle bear blood body brother Buckingham called Catesby cause character Citizen Clarence comes crown curse daughter dead dear death Dorset doth doubt dream Duchess Duke Earl early Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear folio friends give Gloster grace hand Hastings hath head hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed hour husband John King Richard live looks lord Malone mayor means mind mother Murderer nature never night noble peace person play poor present prince quartos quartos read Queen Elizabeth Queen Margaret Ratcliff reading remarks Rich Richmond Rivers royal SCENE Schmidt Shakespeare soul speak Stanley Steevens tell thee thing thou thought Tower true truth unto wife York young
Page 200 - Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Page 155 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. 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 32 - I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
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...
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 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 156 - For hateful deeds committed by myself! I am a villain ; yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. — Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condernns me for a villain.
Page 185 - And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
Page 64 - 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.