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Shakespeare quotes on rich21 So is it not with me as with that muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven it self for ornament doth use, And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's Source: THE SONNETS Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds Yet, if thou say Antony lives, is well, Or friends with Caesar, or not captive to him, I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail Rich pearls upon thee Hang 'em! They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs- That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only Thou art left, Marcius; A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel I'll move the King To any shape of thy preferment, such As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, That set thee on to this desert, am bound To load thy merit richly Ah, but some natural notes about her body Above ten thousand meaner movables Would testify, t' enrich mine inventory She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enrich'd it too Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief; Thy master is not there, who was indeed The riches of it Will poor folks lie, That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in My honour'd lord, you know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich Their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four o'clock early, at Gadshill! There are pilgrims gong to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses Yet speak, Morton; Tell thou an earl his divination lies, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong we are all diseas'd And with our surfeiting and wanton hours Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, And we must bleed for it; of which disease Our late King, Richard, being infected, died O God of battles, steel my soldiers' hearts, Possess them not with fear! Take from them now The sense of reck'ning, if th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them! Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown! I Richard's body have interred new, And on it have bestowed more contrite tears Than from it issued forced drops of blood; Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul Enter the KING, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others And those occasions, uncle, were of force; Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his blood And him to Pomfret, where, as all you know, Harmless Richard was murdered traitorously This is the hand that stabbed thy father York; And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland; And here's the heart that triumphs in their death And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother To execute the like upon thyself; And so, have at thee! [They fight] Enter WARWICK; CLIFFORD flies RICHARD Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down Those that come to see Only a show or two, and so agree The play may pass, if they be still and willing, I'll undertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short hours your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose, Subjected tribute to commanding love, Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless lion could not wage the fight Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand And why rail I on this commodity? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet; Not that I have the power to clutch my hand When his fair angels would salute my palm, But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Like a poor beggar raileth on the rich Be of good comfort; for the great supply That was expected by the Dauphin here Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Sands; This news was brought to Richard but even now O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Pluto's mine, richer than gold [aside] Then poor Cordelia! And yet not so; since I am sure my love's More richer than my tongue Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear With something rich about me Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits Fair gentle sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish; when we greet, With eyes best seeing, heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light; your capacity Is of that nature that to your huge store Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp And the rich East to boot Thou hast nor youth nor age, But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant Marry, well rememb'red; I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday, Who told me, in the narrow seas that part The French and English, there miscarried A vessel of our country richly fraught Madam, there is alighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before To signify th' approaching of his lord, From whom he bringeth sensible regreets; To wit, besides commends and courteous breath, Gifts of rich value Unseal this letter soon; There you shall find three of your argosies Are richly come to harbour suddenly His mother was a vot'ress of my order; And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, Full often hath she gossip'd by my side; And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Marking th' embarked traders on the flood; When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Following- her womb then rich with my young squire- Would imitate, and sail upon the land, To fetch me trifles, and return again, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise You do impeach your modesty too much To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not; To trust the opportunity of night, And the ill counsel of a desert place, With the rich worth of your virginity Things growing are not ripe until their season; So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; And touching now the point of human skill, Reason becomes the marshal to my will, And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook Love's stories, written in Love's richest book The palace Enter RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other NOBLES and attendants KING RICHARD Each day still better other's happiness Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown! KING RICHARD I take it up; and by that sword I swear Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder I'll answer thee in any fair degree Or chivalrous design of knightly trial; And when I mount, alive may I not light If I be traitor or unjustly fight! KING RICHARD When they are set, enter MOWBRAY, Duke of Nor folk, in arms, defendant, and a HERALD KING RICHARD Enter BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford, appellant, in armour, and a HERALD KING RICHARD Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour, In lists on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous, To God of heaven, King Richard, and to me What is thy sentence, then, but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? KING RICHARD The court Enter the KING, with BAGOT and GREEN, at one door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another KING RICHARD O Richard! York is too far gone with grief, Or else he never would compare between- KING RICHARD To please the King, I did; to please myself I cannot do it; yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as grief, Save bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard How brooks your Grace the air After your late tossing on the breaking seas? KING RICHARD Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day My lord, in the base court he doth attend To speak with you; may it please you to come down? KING RICHARD In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, And some few vanities that make him light; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke, Besides himself, are all the English peers, And with that odds he weighs King Richard down Re-enter YORK, with KING RICHARD, and OFFICERS bearing the regalia KING RICHARD Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand; Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee, When triumph is become an alehouse guest? KING RICHARD What, is my Richard both in shape and mind Transform'd and weak'ned? Hath Bolingbroke depos'd Thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart? The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpow'r'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take the correction mildly, kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion and the king of beasts? KING RICHARD At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgoverned hands from windows' tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head O, how it ern'd my heart, when I beheld, In London streets, that coronation-day, When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary- That horse that thou so often hast bestrid, That horse that I so carefully have dress'd! KING RICHARD Herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought It is a reeling world indeed, my lord; And I believe will never stand upright Till Richard wear the garland of the realm O monstrous, monstrous! And so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; and so 'twill do With some men else that think themselves as safe As thou and I, who, as thou knowest, are dear To princely Richard and to Buckingham Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads, When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son Ah ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward! He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed, But on his knees at meditation; Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, But meditating with two deep divines; Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, But praying, to enrich his watchful soul [To ANNE] Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster, There to be crowned Richard's royal queen If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell Enter RICHARD, in pomp, as KING; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, RATCLIFF, LOVEL, a PAGE, and others KING RICHARD Know, my loving lord, The Marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled To Richmond, in the parts where he abides Henry the Sixth Did prophesy that Richmond should be King, When Richmond was a little peevish boy Richmond! When last I was at Exeter, The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle And call'd it Rugemount, at which name I started, Because a bard of Ireland told me once I should not live long after I saw Richmond I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him Enter KING RICHARD and his train, marching with drums and trumpets KING RICHARD What comfortable hour canst thou name That ever grac'd me with thy company? KING RICHARD What good is cover'd with the face of heaven, To be discover'd, that can do me good? KING RICHARD Flatter my sorrow with report of it; Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise to any child of mine? KING RICHARD There is no other way; Unless thou couldst put on some other shape And not be Richard that hath done all this The King, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother; Again shall you be mother to a king, And all the ruins of distressful times Repair'd with double riches of content What were I best to say? Her father's brother Would be her lord? Or shall I say her uncle? Or he that slew her brothers and her uncles? Under what title shall I woo for thee That God, the law, my honour, and her love Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? KING RICHARD Camp near Tamworth Enter RICHMOND, OXFORD, SIR JAMES BLUNT, SIR WALTER HERBERT, and others, with drum and colours RICHMOND Bosworth Field Enter KING RICHARD in arms, with NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, the EARL of SURREYS and others KING RICHARD Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! RICHMOND [They withdraw into the tent] Enter, to his-tent, KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF, and CATESBY KING RICHARD God give us leisure for these rites of love! Once more, adieu; be valiant, and speed well! RICHMOND God and good angels fight on Richmond's side; And Richard falls in height of all his pride And 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 KING RICHARD By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have stuck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; God and Saint George! Richmond and victory! Exeunt Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, attendants, and forces KING RICHARD His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death ARIEL'S SONG Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange There be some sports are painful, and their labour Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters Point to rich ends All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift His large fortune, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flatterer To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor himself; even he drops down The knee before him, and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod I have been bold, For that I knew it the most general way, To them to use your signet and your name; But they do shake their heads, and I am here No richer in return Now the gods keep you old enough that you may live Only in bone, that none may look on you! I'm worse than mad; I have kept back their foes, While they have told their money and let out Their coin upon large interest, I myself Rich only in large hurts That which I show, heaven knows, is merely love, Duty, and zeal, to your unmatched mind, Care of your food and living; and believe it, My most honour'd lord, For any benefit that points to me, Either in hope or present, I'd exchange For this one wish, that you had power and wealth To requite me by making rich yourself But in the wind and tempest of her frown Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away; And what hath mass or matter by itself Lies rich in virtue and unmingled He, most humane And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest Unclasp'd my practice, quit his fortunes here, Which you knew great, and to the certain hazard Of all incertainties himself commended, No richer than his honour Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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