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Anne arms battle Baynard's Castle bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Clar Clarence comes cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed Dorset doth doubt dream Duch Duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear followed friends gentle George Ghost give Glou Gloucester Grace gracious Grey hand happy Hastings hate hath head hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed holy hope hour husband King Lady leave live look lord madam Marry mean mother Murd murder never night noble peace play poor present Prince Qq omit Queen Ratcliff Rich Richard Richmond Rivers royal SCENE Shakespeare's sleep sorrow soul speak stand Stanley tell thee thou thought Tower tragedy true uncle unto wife York young
Strana 152 - I am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
Strana 4 - ... 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Strana 159 - 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 ! [Exeunt.
Strana 151 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. 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.
Strana 4 - 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.
Strana 152 - What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard: that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Strana 37 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes...
Strana 152 - Fool, of thyself speak well : — Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall, despair.
Strana 38 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.