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<p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(Aufforderung von aussen, Antwort von innen; Trompeten-Klang, König Richard, Bischoff von Carlisle, Aumerle, Scroop und Salisbury kommen auf die Mauren.) York. Seht, seht, der König tritt selbst hervor, gleich dem von Unmuth erröthenden Phöbus, wenn er, aus der glühenden Pforte des Morgens hervorgehend, neidische Wolken gewahr wird, die sich vereiniget haben, seinen Glanz zu verhüllen, und die Pracht seines schimmernden Zugs nach Westen zu verdunkeln. Und doch sieht er wie ein König; seht, wie sein Auge, glänzend wie eines Adlers, herrschende Majestät um sich her blizt. O beweinenswürdig, daß eine so schöne Gestalt durch irgend einen Unfall entstellt werden soll. König Richard (zu Northumberland. ) Wir befremden uns, und stehen schon lange hier, auf die ehrfurchtvolle Beugung deiner Knie zu warten, indem wir uns selbst für deinen gesezmäßigen König hielten; und sind wirs, wie dürfen sich deine Gelenke vergessen, den schuldigen Tribut der Unterthänigkeit unsrer Gegenwart zu bezahlen
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I walked for some time early in Kew gardens, and then called upon Mrs.Smelt. I there heard that the king and queen were gone, privately, to Windsor, to the Lodge probably for some papers they could not intrust with a messenger. Mr. Smelt, therefore, proposed taking this opportunity of shewing me Richmond gardens, offering to be my security that I should have full time. I 439 accepted the proposal with pleasure, and we set out upon our expedition. Our talk was almost all of the queen. Mr. Smelt wishes me to draw up her character. I owned to him that should it appear to me, on nearer and closer inspection, what it seemed to me then, the task could not be an unpleasant one. He saw me safe to the Lodge, and there took his leave and I was going leisurely upstairs, when I met the Princess Amelia and Mrs. Cheveley; and while I was playing with the little princess, Mrs. Cheveley announced to me that the queen had been returned some time, and that I had been sent for immediately.
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<p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">For the lighter, nimbler games such as tennis, they were reported spifflocated and in that shape performed prodigies of agility.The reception room below was empty, except for one man, a little, gentle-looking man with spectacles. He wore black clothes with a waistcoat reaching to the throat, a white tie and a collar buttoned on backwards. Ned Purvis was a clergyman! His great hulking shoulders had gone the way of all my good friends reminiscences. Well, Ned! he began heartily, with a struggle to rise from his chair--then he saw the collar and tie of the Rev. Mr. Purvis, and the full horror of the thing dawned upon him. Nor did the three gin cocktails, which Mr. Sims had had stationed ready for the reunion, greatly help its geniality. Yet it had been a maxim, in the recollections of Mr. Sims, that when any of the boys blew in anywhere the bringing of drinks must be instantaneous and uproarious. Mr. Purvis drank only water. That, with a little salad, made his meal.
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