Shakespeare's King Richard IIIJ.M. Dent & Sons, Ld., 1889 - 152 pages |
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armour arms BISHOP OF ELY blood bold brother Bruce Smith Buck Cates Chertsey Clarence corse crown curse dead death dost doth Drums DUCHESS OF YORK DUKE OF YORK E. G. Banks Earl of Richmond Edward Eliz England Enter CATESBY Enter LORD STANLEY Exeunt Exit Catesby eyes Farewell father fear fight friends gentle give Glos Gloster grace gracious lord hand hath hear heart heaven hell hope horse House of York husband Julius Cæsar kill King H King Henry KING RICHARD KING RICHARD III Lady Anne liege Lieut live look Lord Hastings madam mayor mother never night noble Norfolk Plantagenet Prince Queen Ratcliffe Re-enter revenge Rich RICHARD MANSFIELD Richmond royal SCENE I.-The sleep soul speak Stan sweet sword TABLEAU-CURTAINS tears tell tent Tewkesbury thee thou hast to-morrow Tower Tres Tressel Trumpets Tyrrel uncle William Telbin words
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Page 12 - 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 30 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 30 - 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. Is there a murderer here? No— yes, I am. Then fly. What, from myself?
Page 30 - I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And if I die, no soul shall pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
Page 12 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Page 11 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 28 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted ? Thrice is he armed, that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Page 13 - 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 13 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 30 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.