The Tragedy of King Richard the Third . To desperate adventures and assur’d destruction. The Life of Shakespeare o Loves and Adventures in the Life of Shakespeare, regia di Frank R. McDowell (1914) Note Modifica. The Life of Shakespeare (1914). The Life of Shakespeare. Loves and Adventures in the Life of Shakespeare. USA; dodaj nowy temat na forum. Shakespeare loves labours lost cambridge. Find great deals on eBay for The Tudor Shakespeare. King Lear The Tudor Shakespeare series 1914. The Tragedy of King Richard the Third. The Oxford Shakespeare. William Shakespeare (1. The Tragedy of King Richard the Third Act V. Well, all’s one for that. Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Come, noble gentlemen,Let us survey the vantage of the ground; Call for some men of sound direction: Let’s lack no discipline, make no delay; For, lords, to- morrow is a busy day. Enter on the other side of the field, RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD,and other Officers. Come, gentlemen,Let us consult upon to- morrow’s business; In to my tent, the air is raw and cold. Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF,and CATESBY. Give me a watch. Saddle white Surrey for the field to- morrow. Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy. Ratcliff! Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit,Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. Set it down. Is ink and paper ready? RICHMOND’Stent opens, and discovers him and his Officers, & c. The silent hours steal on,And flaky darkness breaks within the east. In brief, for so the season bids us be,Prepare thy battle early in the morning,And put thy fortune to the arbitrement. Of bloody strokes and mortal- staring war. I, as I may,—that which I would I cannot,—With best advantage will deceive the time,And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: But on thy side I may not be too forward,Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,Be executed in his father’s sight. Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time. Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love. And ample interchange of sweet discourse,Which so long sunder’d friends should dwell upon: God give us leisure for these rites of love! Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! The Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD,Son to Henry the Sixth, rises between the two tents. The Ghost of KING HENRY THE SIXTHrises. The Ghost of CLARENCErises. The Ghosts of RIVERS, GREY,and VAUGHANrise. The Ghost of HASTINGSrises. The Ghost of the two young PRINCESrise. The Ghost of LADY ANNErises. The Ghost of BUCKINGHAMrises. I did but dream. 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! Yes, I am: Then fly: what! Great reason why: Lest I revenge. I rather hate myself. For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter. 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, ! There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me: Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself. Find in myself no pity to myself? Methought the souls of all that I had murder’d. Came to my tent; and every one did threat. To- morrow’s vengeance on the head of Richard. The early village cock. Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. I have dream’d a fearful dream. What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? I fear, I fear,— Rat. Come, go with me; Under our tents I’ll play the eaves- dropper,To hear if any mean to shrink from me. His oration to his Soldiers. More than I have said, loving countrymen,The leisure and enforcement of the time. Forbids to dwell on: yet remember this,God and our good cause fight upon our side; The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,Like high- rear’d bulwarks, stand before our faces; Richard except, those whom we fight against. Had rather have us win than him they follow. For what is he they follow? Re- enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants, and Forces. Give me a calendar. Who saw the sun to- day? Why, what is that to me. More than to Richmond? What think’st thou, Norfolk? What shall I say more than I have inferr’d? Remember whom you are to cope withal: A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run- aways,A scum of Bretons and base lackey peasants,Whom their o’er- cloyed country vomits forth. To desperate adventures and assur’d destruction. You sleeping safe, they bring you to unrest; You having lands, and bless’d with beauteous wives,They would restrain the one, distain the other. And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,Long kept in Britaine at our mother’s cost? A milksop, one that never in his life. Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow? Let’s whip these stragglers o’er the sea again; Lash hence these overweening rags of France,These famish’d beggars, weary of their lives; Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves: If we be conquer’d, let men conquer us,And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers. Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d,And, on record, left them the heirs of shame. Shall these enjoy our lands? I hear their drum. Fight, gentlemen of England! What says Lord Stanley? Victory sits upon our helms.
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