The Plays of Shakespeare, Volumen17Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... CATESBY . SIR JAMES BLOUNT . SIR WALTER HERBERT . SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY , Lieutenant of the Tower . CHRISTOPHER URSWICK , a Priest . Another Priest . TRESSEL and BERKELEY , at- tending on Lady Anne . Lord Mayor of London . Sheriff of ...
... CATESBY . SIR JAMES BLOUNT . SIR WALTER HERBERT . SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY , Lieutenant of the Tower . CHRISTOPHER URSWICK , a Priest . Another Priest . TRESSEL and BERKELEY , at- tending on Lady Anne . Lord Mayor of London . Sheriff of ...
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... : [ Aside ] being well advised , For had I cursed now , I had cursed myself . Enter CATESBY . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , -- and you , my 40 [ Act L KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
... : [ Aside ] being well advised , For had I cursed now , I had cursed myself . Enter CATESBY . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , -- and you , my 40 [ Act L KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
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... Catesby , we come . Lords , will you go with us ? Riv . We wait upon your grace . [ Exeunt all but GLOSTER . Glo . I do the wrong , and first begin to brawl . The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of ...
... Catesby , we come . Lords , will you go with us ? Riv . We wait upon your grace . [ Exeunt all but GLOSTER . Glo . I do the wrong , and first begin to brawl . The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of ...
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... CATESBY , and others .. Buck . Welcome , sweet prince , to London , to your chamber . Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sove- reign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way ...
... CATESBY , and others .. Buck . Welcome , sweet prince , to London , to your chamber . Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sove- reign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way ...
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... CATESBY . Buck . Think you , my lord , this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously ? Glo . No doubt , no doubt : O , ' tis a parlous boy ; Bold , quick , ingenious , forward ...
... CATESBY . Buck . Think you , my lord , this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously ? Glo . No doubt , no doubt : O , ' tis a parlous boy ; Bold , quick , ingenious , forward ...
Términos y frases comunes
Anne Anne Boleyn bear bless blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell crown curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch Duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath haue hear heart Heaven holy honour hope house of Lancaster house of Yorke Kath Katharine King Henry King Henry VIII King's lady live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loue LOVELL madam mother Murd murder noble NORFOLK peace pity play poor pray prince Queen RATCLIFF Rich Richard III Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell sorrow soul souldiers speak Stan stand Stanley sweet tell thee There's tongue Tower unto Warwike wife Wolsey York
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Página 142 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no...
Página 142 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Página 148 - 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.
Página 140 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Página 43 - I passed, 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 ?
Página 34 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 132 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Página 43 - Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Página 34 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Página 142 - 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. 1 am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.