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No legacy is so rich as honesty.

      — All's Well that Ends Well, Act III Scene 5

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KEYWORD: melancholy

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Richard III
[I, 1]

Lord Hastings

142

No news so bad abroad as this at home;
The King is sickly, weak and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.

2

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

876

O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;
O, then began the tempest to my soul,
Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood,
With that grim ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
The first that there did greet my stranger soul,
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick;
Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?'
And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud,
'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence,
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!'
With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends
Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
I trembling waked, and for a season after
Could not believe but that I was in hell,
Such terrible impression made the dream.

3

Richard III
[III, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

1568

Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign
The weary way hath made you melancholy.

4

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

2824

O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
O, who hath any cause to mourn but I?

5

Richard III
[V, 3]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

3536

Saw'st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?

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