Shakespeare Scenes. Synopsis Richard woos Lady Anne over the coffin of her dead husband. Hd Quality Goodnight, Mr. Foot Watch. A genius scene that is fantastic for both characters. Style Drama. Note Does contain another character, but he can be easily removed. Enter the corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, Gentlemen with halberds to guard it LADY ANNE being the mourner. LADY ANNESet down, set down your honourable loadIf honour may be shrouded in a hearseWhilst I awhile obsequiously lament. The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Frederick Ashtons delightful interpretation of Shakespeares A Midsummer Nights Dream is a classic of The Royal Ballets repertory. What will happen in the fairy forest Watch this story, one of our Shakespeare Lives videos, and find out Castcredits plus additional information about the film. Replicants, superheros, and reboots await you in our Fall Movie Guide. Plan your season and take note of the hotly anticipated indie, foreign, and documentary. A list of the best malefemale, malemale and femalefemale Shakespeare scenes. A comprehensive list of Shakespeares greatest scenes with included text. Poor key cold figure of a holy king,Pale ashes of the House of Lancaster,Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost. To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughterd son,Stabbd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds. Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life. I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. O, cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes Cursed the heart that had the heart to do it Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence. Hu2LUWas0/maxresdefault.jpg' alt='Watch Midsummer Dream ' title='Watch Midsummer Dream ' />From a general summary to chapter summaries to explanations of famous quotes, the SparkNotes A Midsummer Nights Dream Study Guide has everything you need to ace. More direful hap betide that hated wretch. That makes us wretched by the death of thee. Watch Midsummer Dream ' title='Watch Midsummer Dream ' />Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,Or any creeping venomd thing that lives. If ever he have child, abortive be it Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,Whose ugly and unnatural aspect. May fright the hopeful mother at the view,And that be heir to his unhappiness. If ever he have wife, let her he made. A miserable by the death of him. As I am made by my young lord, and thee. Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,Taken from Pauls to be interred there And still, as you are weary of the weight,Rest you, whiles I lament King Henrys corse. Enter RICHARDRICHARDStay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. LADY ANNEWhat black magician conjures up this fiend. To stop devoted charitable deeds RICHARDVillains set down the corse or by Saint Paul. Ill make a corse of him that disobeys HALBERDIERMy lord, stand back and let the coffin pass. RICHARDUnmannerd dog, stand thou when I command Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,Or by Saint Paul Ill strike thee to my foot,And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. LADY ANNEWhat, do you trembleAre you all afraid Alas, I blame you not for you are mortal,And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell Thou hadst but power over his mortal body His soul thou canst not have therefore be gone. RICHARDSweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. LADY ANNEFoul devil, for Gods sake, hence, and trouble us not For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,Filld it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,Behold this pattern of thy butcheries. O gentlemen See, see dead Henrys wounds. Open their congeald mouths and bleed afresh. Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity,For tis thy presence that exhales this blood. From cold and empty veins where no blood dwells Thy deed inhuman and unnatural. Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God which this blood madst, revenge his death O earth Either heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead. Or earth gape open wide and eat him quick,As thou dost swallow up this good Kings blood. Which his hell governd arm hath butchered. RICHARDLady, you know no rules of charity,Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. LADY ANNEVillain, thou knowst no law of God nor man. No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. RICHARDBut I know none, and therefore am no beast. LADY ANNEO wonderful, when devils tell the truthRICHARDMore wonderful, when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,Of these supposed crimes, to give me leave,By circumstance, but to acquit myself. LADY ANNEVouchsafe, difussd infection of a man,For these known evils, but to give me leave,By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. RICHARDFairer than tongue can name thee, let me have. Some patient leisure to excuse myself. LADY ANNEFouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make. No excuse current but to hang thyself. RICHARDBy such despair, I should accuse myself. LADY ANNEAnd, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused. For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others. RICHARDSay that I slew them not LADY ANNEThen say they were not slain But dead they are, and devilish slave, by thee. RICHARDI did not kill your husband. LADY ANNEWhy then he is alive. RICHARDNay he is dead, and slain by Edwards hand. LADY ANNEIn thy foul throat thou liest Queen Margaret saw. Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood The which thou once didst bend against her breast,But that thy brothers beat aside the point. RICHARDI was provoked by her slandrous tongue,which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. LADY ANNEThou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,That never dreamt on aught but butcheries,Didst thou not kill this king RICHARDI grant ye, yea. LADY ANNEDost grant me, hedgehogThen God grant me too. Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed. O he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. RICHARDThe fitter for the King of heaven that hath him. LADY ANNEHe is in heaven, where thou shalt never come. RICHARDLet him thank me that holp to send him thither,For he was fitter for that place than earth. LADY ANNEAnd thou unfit for any place but hell. RICHARDYes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. LADY ANNESome dungeon. RICHARDYour bed chamber. LADY ANNEIll rest betide the chamber where thou liest. RICHARDSo will it, madam till I lie with you. LADY ANNEI hope soRICHARDI know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,To leave this keen encounter of our wits,And fall somewhat into a slower method Is not the causer of the timeless deaths. Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,As blameful as the executioner LADY ANNEThou wast the cause, and most accursed effect. RICHARDYour beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep. To undertake the death of all the world,So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. LADY ANNEIf I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. RICHARDThese eyes could never endure sweet beautys wreck You should not blemish it if I stood by. As all the world is cheered by the sun,So I by that it is my day, my life. LADY ANNEBlack night oershade thy day, and death thy life. RICHARDCurse not thyself, fair creature thou art both. LADY ANNEI would I were, to be revenged on thee. RICHARDIt is a quarrel most unnatural,To be revenged on him that loveth you. LADY ANNEIt is a quarrel just and reasonable,To be revenged on him that slew my husband. RICHARDHe that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,Did it to help thee to a better husband. LADY ANNEHis better doth not breathe upon the earth. RICHARDHe lives that loves thee better than he could. LADY ANNEName him. RICHARDPlantagenet. LADY ANNEWhy, that was he. RICHARDThe selfsame name, but one of better nature. LADY ANNEWhere is he RICHARDHere. She spits at himWhy dost thou spit at me LADY ANNEWould it were mortal poison, for thy sake. RICHARDNever came poison from so sweet a place. LADY ANNENever hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight Thou dost infect my eyes. RICHARDThine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. LADY ANNEWould they were basilisks, to strike thee dead. RICHARDI would they were, that I might die at once For now they kill me with a living death. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops These eyes, that never shed remorseful tear,No, when my father York and Edward wept. To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made. When black faced Clifford shook his sword at him Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,Told the sad story of my fathers death,And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,That all the standers by had wet their cheeks. Like trees bedashd with rain. In that sad time. My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.