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Iames Tyrrel, and your most obedient subiect. | James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. | R3 IV.ii.66 |
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Proue me, my gracious Lord. | Prove me, my gracious lord. | R3 IV.ii.67.2 |
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Please you: | Please you; | R3 IV.ii.69 |
But I had rather kill two enemies. | But I had rather kill two enemies. | R3 IV.ii.70 |
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Let me haue open meanes to come to them, | Let me have open means to come to them, | R3 IV.ii.75 |
And soone Ile rid you from the feare of them. | And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. | R3 IV.ii.76 |
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I will dispatch it straight. | I will dispatch it straight. | R3 IV.ii.81 |
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The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done, | The tyrannous and bloody act is done, | R3 IV.iii.1 |
The most arch deed of pittious massacre | The most arch deed of piteous massacre | R3 IV.iii.2 |
That euer yet this Land was guilty of: | That ever yet this land was guilty of. | R3 IV.iii.3 |
Dighton and Forrest, who I did suborne | Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn | R3 IV.iii.4 |
To do this peece of ruthfull Butchery, | To do this piece of ruthless butchery, | R3 IV.iii.5 |
Albeit they were flesht Villaines, bloody Dogges, | Albeit they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs, | R3 IV.iii.6 |
Melted with tendernesse, and milde compassion, | Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, | R3 IV.iii.7 |
Wept like to Children, in their deaths sad Story. | Wept like two children in their death's sad story. | R3 IV.iii.8 |
O thus (quoth Dighton) lay the gentle Babes: | ‘ O, thus,’ quoth Dighton, ‘ lay the gentle babes.’ | R3 IV.iii.9 |
Thus, thus (quoth Forrest) girdling one another | ‘ Thus, thus,’ quoth Forrest, ‘ girdling one another | R3 IV.iii.10 |
Within their Alablaster innocent Armes: | Within their alablaster innocent arms. | R3 IV.iii.11 |
Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke, | Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, | R3 IV.iii.12 |
And in their Summer Beauty kist each other. | Which in their summer beauty kissed each other. | R3 IV.iii.13 |
A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay, | A book of prayers on their pillow lay, | R3 IV.iii.14 |
Which one (quoth Forrest) almost chang'd my minde: | Which once,’ quoth Forrest, ‘ almost changed my mind; | R3 IV.iii.15 |
But oh the Diuell, there the Villaine stopt: | But O! The devil ’ – there the villain stopped; | R3 IV.iii.16 |
When Dighton thus told on, we smothered | When Dighton thus told on – ‘ We smothered | R3 IV.iii.17 |
The most replenished sweet worke of Nature, | The most replenished sweet work of nature | R3 IV.iii.18 |
That from the prime Creation ere she framed. | That from the prime creation e'er she framed.’ | R3 IV.iii.19 |
Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse, | Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse. | R3 IV.iii.20 |
They could not speake, and so I left them both, | They could not speak; and so I left them both, | R3 IV.iii.21 |
To beare this tydings to the bloody King. | To bear this tidings to the bloody King. | R3 IV.iii.22 |
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And heere he comes. All health my Soueraigne Lord. | And here he comes. All health, my sovereign lord! | R3 IV.iii.23 |
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If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge, | If to have done the thing you gave in charge | R3 IV.iii.25 |
Beget your happinesse, be happy then, | Beget your happiness, be happy then, | R3 IV.iii.26 |
For it is done. | For it is done. | R3 IV.iii.27.1 |
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I did my Lord. | I did, my lord. | R3 IV.iii.28.1 |
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The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them, | The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; | R3 IV.iii.29 |
But where (to say the truth) I do not know. | But where, to say the truth, I do not know. | R3 IV.iii.30 |
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I humbly take my leaue. | I humbly take my leave. | R3 IV.iii.35.2 |