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Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . i Murd . My voice is now the
king's , my looks mine own . Clar . How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak !
Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore
do ...
Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . i Murd . My voice is now the
king's , my looks mine own . Clar . How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak !
Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore
do ...
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Mark'd you not , How that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale , when they
did hear of Clarence ' death ? 01 they did urge it still unto the king : God will
revenge it . Come , lords ; . will you go , To comfort Edward with our company ?
Mark'd you not , How that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale , when they
did hear of Clarence ' death ? 01 they did urge it still unto the king : God will
revenge it . Come , lords ; . will you go , To comfort Edward with our company ?
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Then be your eyes the witness of their evil , Look how I am bewitch'd ; behold ,
mine arm Is , like a blasted sapling , wither'd And this is Edward's wife , that
monstrous witch , Consorted with that harlot , strumpet Shore , 420 That by their ...
Then be your eyes the witness of their evil , Look how I am bewitch'd ; behold ,
mine arm Is , like a blasted sapling , wither'd And this is Edward's wife , that
monstrous witch , Consorted with that harlot , strumpet Shore , 420 That by their ...
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Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks , Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast
; Ready , with every nod , to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep . ... I
prophesy the fearful'st time to thee , That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks , Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast
; Ready , with every nod , to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep . ... I
prophesy the fearful'st time to thee , That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.
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Tut , I can counterfeit the deep tragedian ; Speak , and look back , and pry on
every side , Tremble and start at wagging of a straw , Intending deep suspicion :
ghastly looks Are at my service , like enforced smiles ; And both are ready in their
...
Tut , I can counterfeit the deep tragedian ; Speak , and look back , and pry on
every side , Tremble and start at wagging of a straw , Intending deep suspicion :
ghastly looks Are at my service , like enforced smiles ; And both are ready in their
...
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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!
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| Titel | King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard III Band 14 von The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Printed for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
| Original von | University of Michigan |
| Digitalisiert | 18. Mai 2007 |
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