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ANNE arms bear better blood BRAKENBURY brother BUCKINGHAM Catesby CITIZEN Clarence cousin crown curse daughter dead dear death deed deep DERBY Dorset doth doubt dream DUCHESS Duke Edward enemies England's Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight follow friends gentle GHOST give GLOUCESTER God's grace gracious Grey hand happy HASTINGS hate hath head hear heart heaven holy hope horse hour husband KING RICHARD Lady leave live look lord Lord Hastings madam mayor mean MESSENGER mind mother never night noble Norfolk peace poor pray prince QUEEN ELIZABETH QUEEN MARGARET Ratcliff Richmond RIVERS royal SCENE SECOND MURDERER sleep soul sovereign speak stand Stanley stay sweet sword tell tender thank thee thou thought to-morrow told Tower true Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife wrong York young
Page xxxi - All scattered 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.
Page vi - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Page v - 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.
Page lxvii - 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.
Page vi - I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days...
Page cxxii - 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!
Page xviii - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of...
Page xxx - 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.
Page cxvi - O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Page cxvii - 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.