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Shakespeare quotes on murderNow counterfeit to swoon; why, now fall down; Or, if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame, Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers A headless man? The garments of Posthumus? I know the shape of's leg; Source: CYMBELINE And then it was when the unhappy King (Whose wrongs in us God pardon!) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he intercepted did return To be depos'd, and shortly murdered [Nym draws] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn! Now we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed Therefore, you men of Harfleur, Take pity of your town and of your people Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command; Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds Of heady murder, spoil, and villainy And him to Pomfret, where, as all you know, Harmless Richard was murdered traitorously Go, take hence that traitor from our sight, For by his death we do perceive his guilt; And God in justice hath reveal'd to us The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully A room of state Enter two or three MURDERERS running over the stage, from the murder of DUKE HUMPHREY FIRST MURDERER O that it were to do! What have we done? Didst ever hear a man so penitent? Enter SUFFOLK FIRST MURDERER Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well, According as I gave directions? FIRST MURDERER Why, Warwick, who should do the Duke to death? Myself and Beaufort had him in Source: THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men; But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease, That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart That slanders me with murder's crimson badge When have I aught exacted at your hands, But to maintain the King, the realm, and you? Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, Because my book preferr'd me to the King, And seeing ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven, Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits You cannot but forbear to murder me I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, For I have murdered where I should not kill I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Protheus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school This shall make Our purpose necessary and not envious, Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY Th' one has my pity; not a jot the other, Being a murderer, though he were my brother When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, So at his sight away his fellows fly; And at our stamp here, o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the Destinies cut; But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloucester, One vial full of Edward's sacred blood, One flourishing branch of his most royal root, Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt; Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe Call it not patience, Gaunt-it is despair; In suff'ring thus thy brother to be slaught'red, Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life, Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee Dramatis Personae EDWARD THE FOURTH Sons to the King EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES afterwards KING EDWARD V RICHARD, DUKE OF YORK, Brothers to the King GEORGE, DUKE OF CLARENCE, RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, afterwards KING RICHARD III A YOUNG SON OF CLARENCE (Edward, Earl of Warwick) HENRY, EARL OF RICHMOND, afterwards KING HENRY VII CARDINAL BOURCHIER, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY THOMAS ROTHERHAM, ARCHBISHOP OF YORK JOHN MORTON, BISHOP OF ELY DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM DUKE OF NORFOLK EARL OF SURREY, his son EARL RIVERS, brother to King Edward's Queen MARQUIS OF DORSET and LORD GREY, her sons EARL OF OXFORD LORD HASTINGS LORD LOVEL LORD STANLEY, called also EARL OF DERBY SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF SIR WILLIAM CATESBY SIR JAMES TYRREL SIR JAMES BLOUNT SIR WALTER HERBERT SIR WILLIAM BRANDON SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest LORD MAYOR OF LONDON SHERIFF OF WILTSHIRE HASTINGS, a pursuivant TRESSEL and BERKELEY, gentlemen attending on Lady Anne ELIZABETH, Queen to King Edward IV MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI DUCHESS OF YORK, mother to King Edward IV LADY ANNE, widow of Edward, Prince of Wales, son to King Henry VI; afterwards married to the Duke of Gloucester A YOUNG DAUGHTER OF CLARENCE (Margaret Plantagenet, Countess of Salisbury) Ghosts, of Richard's victims Lords, Gentlemen, and Attendants; Priest, Scrivener, Page, Bishops, Aldermen, Citizens, Soldiers, Messengers, Murderers, Keeper Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other; And if King Edward be as true and just As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up- About a prophecy which says that G Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be How now, my hardy stout resolved mates! Are you now going to dispatch this thing? FIRST MURDERER Erroneous vassals! the great King of kings Hath in the tables of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous murder! Re-enter FIRST MURDERER FIRST MURDERER-How now, what mean'st thou that thou help'st me not? By heavens, the Duke shall know how slack you have been! SECOND MURDERER Would you imagine, or almost believe- Were't not that by great preservation We live to tell it-that the subtle traitor This day had plotted, in the council-house, To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester O ill-dispersing wind of misery! O my accursed womb, the bed of death! A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world, Whose unavoided eye is murderous Calling death 'banishment,' Thou cut'st my head off with a golden axe And smilest upon the stroke that murders me As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murther her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean To dote thus on such luggage? Let 't alone, And do the murder first O, keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man's eye may behold my body; Do this, and be a charitable murderer Then all too late I bring this fatal writ, The complot of this timeless tragedy; And wonder greatly that man's face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous tyranny Lavinia, wert thou thus surpris'd, sweet girl, Ravish'd and wrong'd as Philomela was, Forc'd in the ruthless, vast, and gloomy woods? See, see! Ay, such a place there is where we did hunt- O, had we never, never hunted there!- Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, By nature made for murders and for rapes Look round about the wicked streets of Rome, And when thou find'st a man that's like thyself, Good Murder, stab him; he's a murderer Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
Source: Project Gutenburg Texts
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