The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Nide 19F. C. and J. Rivington; T. Egerton; J. Cuthell; Scatcherd and Letterman; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Cadell and Davies ... [and 28 others in London], J. Deighton and sons, Cambridge: Wilson and son, York: and Stirling and Slade, Fairbairn and Anderson, and D. Brown, Edinburgh., 1821 |
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Sivu 6
... KING RICHARD III . A young Son of CLARENCE . Sons to the King . } Brothers to the King . HENRY , EARL OF RICHMOND , afterwards KING HENRY VII . CARDINAL BOUCHIER , ARCHBISHOP OF CANTER- BURY . THOMAS ROTHERAM , ARCHBISHOP OF YORK . JOHN ...
... KING RICHARD III . A young Son of CLARENCE . Sons to the King . } Brothers to the King . HENRY , EARL OF RICHMOND , afterwards KING HENRY VII . CARDINAL BOUCHIER , ARCHBISHOP OF CANTER- BURY . THOMAS ROTHERAM , ARCHBISHOP OF YORK . JOHN ...
Sivu 16
William Shakespeare. Brother , farewell : I will unto the king ; And whatsoever you will employ me in , — Were it , to call king Edward's widow - sister 6 , - I will perform it to enfranchise you . Mean time , this deep disgrace in ...
William Shakespeare. Brother , farewell : I will unto the king ; And whatsoever you will employ me in , — Were it , to call king Edward's widow - sister 6 , - I will perform it to enfranchise you . Mean time , this deep disgrace in ...
Sivu 35
... king miscarry . Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY . GREY . Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley 2 . BUCK . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! STAN . God make your majesty ... king to - day D 2 SC . III . 35 KING RICHARD III .
... king miscarry . Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY . GREY . Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley 2 . BUCK . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! STAN . God make your majesty ... king to - day D 2 SC . III . 35 KING RICHARD III .
Sivu 41
... king ; As little joy you may suppose in me , That I enjoy , being the queen thereof . Q. MAR . A little joy enjoys the queen thereof ; For I am she , and altogether joyless . So , in King Henry VI . Part I. : 8 -- " What may the king's ...
... king ; As little joy you may suppose in me , That I enjoy , being the queen thereof . Q. MAR . A little joy enjoys the queen thereof ; For I am she , and altogether joyless . So , in King Henry VI . Part I. : 8 -- " What may the king's ...
Sivu 44
... king 9 , As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward , my son , that was prince of Wales , Die in his youth , by like untimely violence ! Thyself a queen , for me that was a queen ...
... king 9 , As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward , my son , that was prince of Wales , Die in his youth , by like untimely violence ! Thyself a queen , for me that was a queen ...
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ancient ANNE archbishop blood brother BUCK cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence crown daughter dead death devil doth DUCH Duke of Buckingham Earl Earl of Richmond Earle Richmond editors ELIZ Elizabeth enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear folio friends GENT gentleman Gloster grace hand Hanmer hath haue hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse JOHNSON KATH King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady leaue Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovel madam MALONE MASON means mother MURD night noble old copy passage play Polydore Virgil pray Prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece RICH Richmond royal scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shore Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer sonne soul speak speech STAN Stanley STEEVENS tell thee THEOBALD thou Tower unto WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 425 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Sivu 55 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Sivu 448 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Sivu 430 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Sivu 56 - 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...
Sivu 425 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Sivu 305 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Sivu 441 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Sivu 426 - 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes