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2nd Murd Anne arms battle Baynard's castle bear blood brother Buck Buckingham called Catesby cause Clar Clarence comes conscience crown curse daughter dead death deed deep Dorset doth dream Duch Duke Edward Eliz Elizabeth enemies England's Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear field fight followed friends gentle Ghost give Glos Gloster grace gracious hand happy Hastings hate hath head hear heart heaven Henry holy hope horse House kill king King Edward Lady leave live look lord Madam majesty March marry mayor mind mother murder never night noble Norfolk officer peace poor pray prince queen Ratcliff Rich Richard Richmond Rivers royal Scene sleep soul sovereign speak Stan stand Stanley sword tell thee thou To-morrow tower tragedy true Tyrrel unto wife York
第 100 頁 - Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold, For Dickon thy master is bought and sold." A thing devised by the enemy. — Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge : Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls...
第 96 頁 - 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!
第 35 頁 - 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 ?
第 9 頁 - That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity...
第 54 頁 - My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there : I do beseech you send for some of them.
第 36 頁 - 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 waked, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
第 34 頁 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main.
第 9 頁 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
第 95 頁 - What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard: that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am. Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why: Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? 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.