The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: King Richard iii. King Henry ViiiH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy ...
... Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy ...
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... Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take is not to give . [ she puts on the ring . Glos . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart : Wear 22 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take is not to give . [ she puts on the ring . Glos . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart : Wear 22 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
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William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart : Wear both of them , for both of them are thine : And , if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favor at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart : Wear both of them , for both of them are thine : And , if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favor at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his ...
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... poor son , at Tewkesbury . Glos . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was a pack - horse in his great affairs ; A weeder - out of his proud adversaries ; A liberal rewarder of his friends : To royalize his blood , I spilt ...
... poor son , at Tewkesbury . Glos . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was a pack - horse in his great affairs ; A weeder - out of his proud adversaries ; A liberal rewarder of his friends : To royalize his blood , I spilt ...
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... Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , which Jesu pardon ! - Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glos . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , 1 poor lord , he is mew'd up . I would ...
... Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , which Jesu pardon ! - Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glos . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , 1 poor lord , he is mew'd up . I would ...
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Baynard's castle bear bless blood brother Buck cardinal CARDINAL WOLSEY Cates Catesby Cham Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch duke of Buckingham DUKE OF NORFOLK EARL OF SURREY Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear florish friends gentle gentlemen give Glos Gloster grace gracious Grey happy hath hear heart heaven highness holy honor house of Lancaster Kath Katharine KING HENRY KING RICHARD king's lady live look LORD CHAMBERLAIN lord Hastings madam mayor mother never noble peace pity poor pray prince queen Ratcliff Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE SHAK sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley Starling sc sweet tell thank thee thou tongue Tower uncle unto weep wife William Brandon Wolsey York
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Page 264 - Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee...
Page 42 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 8 - 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 264 - And pry'thee lead me in — There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Page 236 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 8 - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass...
Page 263 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ! — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 221 - Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 264 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 261 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.