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To London , all in post ; and , as I guess , To make a bloody supper in the Tower .
K. Edw . He's sudden , if a thing comes in his head . Now march we hence ;
discharge the common sort . With pay and thanks , and let's away to London ,
And ...
To London , all in post ; and , as I guess , To make a bloody supper in the Tower .
K. Edw . He's sudden , if a thing comes in his head . Now march we hence ;
discharge the common sort . With pay and thanks , and let's away to London ,
And ...
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Enter CLARENCE guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What
means this armed guard , That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty ,
Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the
Tower .
Enter CLARENCE guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What
means this armed guard , That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty ,
Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the
Tower .
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Tis time to speak , my pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them
too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor
son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or 28 KING RICHARD ...
Tis time to speak , my pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them
too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor
son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or 28 KING RICHARD ...
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Myself , and my good cousin Buckingham , Will to your mother ; to entreat of her ,
To meet you at the Tower , and welcome you . 140 York . What , will you go unto
the Tower , my lord ? Prince . My lord protector needs will have it so . York .
Myself , and my good cousin Buckingham , Will to your mother ; to entreat of her ,
To meet you at the Tower , and welcome you . 140 York . What , will you go unto
the Tower , my lord ? Prince . My lord protector needs will have it so . York .
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miserable England ! I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee , That ever wretched age
hath look'd upon.Come , lead me to the block , bear him my head ; They smile at
me , who shortly shall be dead . [ Excunt . SCENE V. The Tower - Walls .
miserable England ! I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee , That ever wretched age
hath look'd upon.Come , lead me to the block , bear him my head ; They smile at
me , who shortly shall be dead . [ Excunt . SCENE V. The Tower - Walls .
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Seite 8 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; 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...
Seite 147 - ... 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 8 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, . Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 38 - 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 ! Brak.
Seite 55 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Seite 56 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 148 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Seite 39 - All scatter'd 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.
Seite 133 - 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!