The life and death of king Richard iii, a tragedy restored and re-arranged, as performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent garden [ed. by W.C. Macready]. |
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... true and just , As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mewed up ; Dive , thoughts , down to my soul ! here Clarence comes . Enter Brakenbury with Clarence , guarded . Brother , good day : What ...
... true and just , As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mewed up ; Dive , thoughts , down to my soul ! here Clarence comes . Enter Brakenbury with Clarence , guarded . Brother , good day : What ...
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... true , my form , perhaps , may little move her ; But I've a tongue shall wheedle with the devil . Why , I can smile , and murder while I smile , And wet my cheek with artificial tears , And cry , content , to that which grieves my heart ...
... true , my form , perhaps , may little move her ; But I've a tongue shall wheedle with the devil . Why , I can smile , and murder while I smile , And wet my cheek with artificial tears , And cry , content , to that which grieves my heart ...
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... true breast , And let the soul forth , that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to the deadly stroke , And humbly beg the death upon my knee . ( He lays his breast open , she offers at it with his sword . ) Nay , do not pause ; for I did kill ...
... true breast , And let the soul forth , that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to the deadly stroke , And humbly beg the death upon my knee . ( He lays his breast open , she offers at it with his sword . ) Nay , do not pause ; for I did kill ...
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... charity , obedience , and true duty ! Glos . Amen ; and make me die a good old man ! ( Aside . ) That is the butt - end of a mother's blessing , I marvel that her grace did leave it out . Buck . My lords , me seemeth good , that 29.
... charity , obedience , and true duty ! Glos . Amen ; and make me die a good old man ! ( Aside . ) That is the butt - end of a mother's blessing , I marvel that her grace did leave it out . Buck . My lords , me seemeth good , that 29.
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... true in me . Hast . And so in me , and so I think in all , Therefore I say , with noble Buckingham- Glos . Then , be it so ; and go we to determine Who they shall be , that strait shall post to Ludlow . Madam , and you , my mother ...
... true in me . Hast . And so in me , and so I think in all , Therefore I say , with noble Buckingham- Glos . Then , be it so ; and go we to determine Who they shall be , that strait shall post to Ludlow . Madam , and you , my mother ...
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Page 19 - 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 mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 10 - 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 19 - 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 12 - 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 9 - 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 19 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Page 9 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd 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 18 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 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 20 - With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling waked, and for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 37 - My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there : I do beseech you send for some of them.