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  1. Villain, thou know’st nor law of God nor man. No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. Richard But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Villain, thou know’st nor law of God nor man. No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. Anne O, wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Richard More wonderful, when angels are so angry.

  2. LADY ANNE Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. GLOUCESTER But I know none, and therefore am no beast. LADY ANNE O wonderful, when devils ...

  3. Jul 31, 2015 · 0240 Villain, thou know’st nor law of God nor man. 0241 75 No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. RICHARD 0242 But I know none, and therefore am no beast. ANNE 0243 O, wonderful, when devils tell the truth! RICHARD 0244 More wonderful, when angels are so angry. 0245 Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,

  4. Richard III Translation Act 1, Scene 2. Also check out our detailed summary & analysis of this scene. Original. Translation. Enter the corse of Henry the Sixth, on a bier, with halberds to guard it, Lady ANNE being the mourner, accompanied by gentlemen. Gentlemen enter carrying the corpse of King Henry VI in an open coffin, with armed guards ...

  5. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. ANNE Villain, thou know’st nor law of God nor man. No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. 75. RICHARD But I know none, and therefore am no beast. ANNE O, wonderful, when devils tell the truth! RICHARD More wonderful, when angels are so angry.

  6. Man and the Natural World. Quote #2. GLOUCESTER. I-that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time. Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable. That dogs bark at me as I halt by them-.

  7. Stabbed 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, cursèd be the hand that made these holes; Cursèd the heart that had the heart to do it; Cursèd the blood that let this blood from hence.