The Vale Shakespeare, Volume 25Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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Page viii
... speak no treason , man : we say the king Is wise and virtuous , and his noble queen Well struck in years , fair , and not jealous ; We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , A passing pleasing tongue ...
... speak no treason , man : we say the king Is wise and virtuous , and his noble queen Well struck in years , fair , and not jealous ; We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , A passing pleasing tongue ...
Page xvi
... speak . ( She looks scornfully at him . ) Teach not thy lips such scorn , for they were made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo , here I lend thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which ...
... speak . ( She looks scornfully at him . ) Teach not thy lips such scorn , for they were made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo , here I lend thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which ...
Page xx
... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By silken XX.
... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By silken XX.
Page xxii
... speak ; my pains are quite forgot . QUEEN MARGARET . Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou slew'st my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . GLOUCESTER . Ere you were queen , yea , or xxii.
... speak ; my pains are quite forgot . QUEEN MARGARET . Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou slew'st my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . GLOUCESTER . Ere you were queen , yea , or xxii.
Page xxxii
... speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . BRAKENBURY . Yea , are you so brief ? SECOND MURDERER . O sir , it is better to be brief than tedious . - Show him our commission ; talk no more . BRAKENBURY . ( Brakenbury reads it ...
... speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . BRAKENBURY . Yea , are you so brief ? SECOND MURDERER . O sir , it is better to be brief than tedious . - Show him our commission ; talk no more . BRAKENBURY . ( Brakenbury reads it ...
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ANNE arms Baynard's Castle blood BRAKENBURY brother BUCKINGHAM Catesby Clarence cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed DERBY didst Dorset dost thou doth dream DUCHESS Duchess of York Duke Duke of Gloucester Enter Gloucester Enter the Ghost Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear friends gentle give God's grace gracious lord grandam Grey happy hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour house of Lancaster husband Julius Cæsar kill'd KING EDWARD KING RICHARD Lady liege live look lord chamberlain Lord Hastings Lord Stanley madam majesty mayor MESSENGER mother noble Norfolk peace Plantagenet poor pray prince PURSUIVANT QUEEN ELIZABETH QUEEN MARGARET Ratcliff Richard Ratcliff Richmond RIVERS royal SCENE SECOND MURDERER sleep sorrow soul sovereign speak sweet sword tell tender thee thine THIRD CITIZEN thou art thou hast thyself to-morrow Tower traitor Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife William Brandon York
Popular passages
Page xxxi - 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 vi - 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 v - 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.
Page lxvii - 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.
Page vi - I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days...
Page cxxii - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : — A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Page xviii - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of...
Page xxx - 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 cxvi - 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 cxvii - 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.