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The bird , that hath been limed in a bush , With trembling wings misdoubteth
every bush : And I , the hapless male to one sweet bird , Have now the fatal
object in my eye , Where my poor young was lim'd , was caught , and kill'd . Glo .
The bird , that hath been limed in a bush , With trembling wings misdoubteth
every bush : And I , the hapless male to one sweet bird , Have now the fatal
object in my eye , Where my poor young was lim'd , was caught , and kill'd . Glo .
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Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! 170 Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster !
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost ,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd ...
Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! 170 Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster !
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost ,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd ...
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Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself - Which
Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for
the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my ...
Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself - Which
Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for
the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my ...
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Poor heart , adieu ; I pity thy complaining . Anne . No more than with my soul I
mourn for your's . Dors . Farewel , thou woful welcomer of glory ! 91 Anne . Adieu
, poor soul , that tak'st thy leave of it ! Dutch . Go thou to Richmond , and good ...
Poor heart , adieu ; I pity thy complaining . Anne . No more than with my soul I
mourn for your's . Dors . Farewel , thou woful welcomer of glory ! 91 Anne . Adieu
, poor soul , that tak'st thy leave of it ! Dutch . Go thou to Richmond , and good ...
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Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp , and pierce like mine . [ Exit MARGARET
. Dutch . Why should calamity be full of words ? Queen . Windy attornies to their
client woes , Airy succeeders of intestate joys , L Poor 420 Poor breathing orators
...
Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp , and pierce like mine . [ Exit MARGARET
. Dutch . Why should calamity be full of words ? Queen . Windy attornies to their
client woes , Airy succeeders of intestate joys , L Poor 420 Poor breathing orators
...
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Anne arms battle bear better blood brother Buck Buckingham called Catesby Clar Clarence Clifford comes crown daughter dead death doth doubt duke Dutch earl Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear field fight folio France friends gentle George give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand Hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed hope horse hour JOHNSON kind king king Henry lady Lancaster land leave live look lord March Margaret means mind mother Murd never night noble once peace play poor prince quartos Queen rest Rich Richard Richmond royal SCENE Shakspere soldiers soul speak stand stay STEEVENS sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Tower true unto Warwick wrong York young
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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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