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And art made tongue-tied by authority.

      — Sonnet lxvi

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KEYWORD: air

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Richard III
[I, 1]

Richard III (Duke of Gloucester)

130

As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
Well are you welcome to the open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?

2

Richard III
[I, 3]

Duke of Buckingham

752

Nor no one here; for curses never pass
The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

3

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

869

Methought I had; and often did I strive
To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
To seek the empty, vast and wandering air;
But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

4

Richard III
[III, 4]

Lord Hastings

2054

O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

5

Richard III
[IV, 4]

Queen Elizabeth

2801

Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
Hover about me with your airy wings
And hear your mother's lamentation!

6

Richard III
[V, 3]

Richmond (Henry VII)

3504

Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come gentlemen,
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business
In to our tent; the air is raw and cold.
[They withdraw into the tent]
[Enter, to his tent, KING RICHARD III, NORFOLK,]
RATCLIFF, CATESBY, and others]

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